I Want to Go to the Ball: A Cinderscorpius and Cinderalbus Story (Part Three)
I Missed Part One! I Missed Part Two!
Part Three
When he got back to his dorm, Scorpius immediately flopped on his bed, drew the curtains and cast a Silencing charm. He couldn't hold back the huge grin that spread across his face. He and Al had just wanked together. And it was the most amazing, sexy, wonderful thing that had ever happened to him. Ever. He could feel himself getting hard again just thinking about it. He thought of how it had felt to suck on Al's finger, and he pictured that gorgeous cock and imagined sucking that instead. Is that what would have happened if Sam hadn't interrupted them?
He moaned a bit and stuck his hand down his jeans, wrapping it around his cock. He could just picture it. The next time they did that - and he was sure that they would have to again and soon - he would be bolder. He would reach over and take hold of Al's cock and stroke him. And if Al didn't protest, he'd lean down and take it in his mouth. After all, Al had basically asked him to do it with that whole finger thing. He moaned again, louder this time, and tugged his jeans and shorts down. He couldn't wait until tomorrow. He would meet up with Al outside the Charms classroom, like always, and they'd both smile. Then Scorpius would ask him, 'Same time tonight?' and Al would smile at him... And everything would be perfect.
While Scorpius was basking in his plans for the rest of his life, Al was not doing as well; he was obsessed with who Scorpius could have learned to be so good with his tongue on, and the fact that he'd left like he did. Al could have closed the curtains and told Sam to skive off, but no, Scorpius took off like he was horrified. And he probably was.
The next day he was nearly late to Charms; he hadn't bothered to eat breakfast, which would have been cause for concern under any circumstances, and he straggled in at the last minute, looking like shit. He knew he did and right now, he didn't even care.
He sat down next to Scorpius, who as usual looked perfect and stared down at his books.
Scorpius felt Al sit down next to him, and he glanced over. However, the grin faded from his face when he saw Albus. He looked like he hadn't slept a wink all night, and there were dark circles under his eyes. His hair was even more unkempt than usual, and stubble darkened his jaw. The look on his face was unsettling as well. He looked dejected, and maybe a touch angry as well. Scorpius touched his arm gently.
"Al? What's wrong?"
Al shook his head. "Nothing is wrong." His voice was hoarse, as it will be when one has been upset for some time. He looked at Scorpius' hand on his arm and felt his stomach twist. He blinked several times. "I'm just fine." He didn't care if it was obvious he was lying. Scorpius obviously had been with someone else, and had done all those things with him. There was no other explanation.
He rested his forehead on his hand so that his eyes were shaded. He felt wrecked.
He flinched back as if he'd been slapped. Al seemed angry at him! And he was clearly in no way fine. Why wouldn't Al look at him? His heart sinking, Scorpius realized that Al must be angry, embarrassed, or just plain disgusted by the events of the previous evening. He twisted back in his seat, away from Al, and lowered his head over his notes. He felt the unmistakable sensation of tears building behind his eyes. He'd been so sure that Al had been on the same page.
The finger thing! And the sucking! He had to have been feeling something for Scorpius. Hadn't he? Or was it just a one time thing? Something that he could cross it off his Things to Try Out Before I Die list? Scorpius felt nauseous. He'd been so sure... So sure. And now he felt like his heart was breaking.
Al managed to make it for about ten minutes before getting up and leaving the class, not caring that Flitwick was in the midst of lecturing; he was NOT gonna cry in class, dammit. He was not.
He thought about talking to James, who - despite being a prat - was close to him. James would never understand finding another bloke handsome in any way, but he would listen. But no...there really was only one person to talk to. Lily.
He headed off to the Slytherin dorms with his head down to find his sister.
He felt Al get up, and spun around just in time to see Al hurry out the door. Normally, Scorpius would have followed him. However, things were not at all normal between them. As the lecture continued, Scorpius only pretended to take notes. In reality, he was trying to figure out what the hell had gone wrong. And if there was any way to fix it. He twisted his quill in his fingers. This was not at all how he'd thought the day would go. Bloody hell.
Fortune was with Al as he entered the dorm, as his sister was coming down the stairs from her own room. She took one look at him and took his arm, dragging him off to the far alcove of the Common Room. "All right Alby...what happened?"
Al was proud that he managed to tell her without crying...and that she listened without mocking him (though that would undoubtedly come later). When he got to the part about Scorpius licking his finger, her eyes widened and she sighed. "That sounds so fucking HOT, Al...was it?"
He gave her a look. "Yes, it was hot. It was the hottest fucking thing ever to happen to me, and I'll never forget it."
"So...you and he...and you did that and then what?"
She rolled her eyes at the whole interruption by Goyle. "Jesus, he has the world's worst timing...did you tell him to sod off?"
"I was going to, but Scorp cleaned up and bolted in a moment. He was grossed out, ashamed, disgusted." Al's eyes grew hot and he blinked, looking down. "And then I thought, how does he know how to do that? Because his tongue, Lil...who else has he had?" Al rubbed at his eyes with his sleeve. "He's been with someone else and now he hates me. He ran from me. And I've lost him completely."
Lily looked at him sympathetically and that's all it took. "I need to go upstairs and ... hide. I can't stand this."
"Oh Alby, I honestly think this is not what you're thinking at all..."
He shrugged. "Doesn't matter now." He stood up and left, leaving Lily looking after him.
Scorpius shoved his book and notes into his bag the second the bell rang and bolted for the door. He'd made a decision. He needed to confront Albus. He hurried towards the Slytherin dorms, and ran smack dab into Lily Potter. She had an uncharacteristically serious look on her face, and Scorpius realized that perhaps he should talk to her before he attempted to speak with Al. "Lily! Have you seen Al? There's something seriously wrong and I could use your help. It's an emergency!"
Lily looked him over; Scorpius sure looked a whole hell of a lot better than Al did at this point. "I've spoken to him, yes; he's a little upset at the moment and went upstairs." She was careful not to reveal anything Al had said. She DID have some standards.
"Oh, gods... Did he tell you what happened between us last night? Because I thought that we were actually making progress, but today he seems like he's mad at me. I thought..." He trailed off, sniffling a bit. "I thought we were gonna be like a couple now. But he obviously regrets it. Did he tell you? Did he say that he's mad at me? Oh, gods..." Scorpius scrubbed at his face with his hand, feeling tears threatening again.
Good Lord, what was it with emo boys today? Lily sighed and took his arm, leading him over to the same place where Al had so recently sat, also teary. Thank God she had a free period at the moment. "Look, Scorpius...yes, Al did tell me what happened." She paused, considering what to say. She loved her brother and didn't want to screw anything up for him...unless she had purposely planned it that way, that is. "He's upset because you left so quickly. He's sure you're angry with him or upset or embarrassed or whatever about what happened. And because you two are so close, he's afraid its the end of your friendship." There, that sounded good and relayed nothing that Al had told her. "So if you want to go find him, you can, and you two can talk. But also...do you still want to go ahead and do what we planned for the ball? Do you still want Al?"
Scorpius swallowed hard. "I want him more than I've ever wanted anything in my life." He could feel himself blushing. "Especially after last night. Sorry, Lils, I know he's your brother and you probably don't want to know, but I want him... Badly. Are you still willing to help me?"
She smiled at him. "Yes I'm still willing. And..." she searched his face. "You're in love with him, aren't you? Not just hot for him, but love-love him."
Scorpius tilted his head to the side. He hadn't really thought of it. Al was everything to him. Everything good in his life. The most perfect, the most wonderful, the most gorgeous, and simply everything that Scorpius could ever want. He smiled. "Yeah. I do." He chuckled and grabbed Lily's arm excitedly. "I do!"
Lily laughed, and squeezed his hand. "I'm glad. He needs someone to love him and look after him, because you see how he looked today. A train wreck." She squeezed his hand again. "Ok, the clothes should be here tomorrow; you can model for me then, maybe in the Room of Requirement. I've figured out to do with your hair and you must promise not to freak. We'll do that the day of, otherwise the effect will be lost. I'll send you a note about when to meet, all right? Now go find my brother and make good with him, ok? And tell him to shave and comb that bird's nest of his, will you? Jamie and I can only do so much to uphold Potter family beauty."
He grinned at her. "I trust you. I'm worried about my sanity for doing so, but I trust you. Now, I'm going to go attempt to work things out with that complete arse that I seem to have fallen in love with. And Lily, you may be pretty, for a girl, but Al is the true beauty in the Potter family." Feeling loads better, he gave her a cheeky grin and stood up, ready to face Albus. He marched up the stairs and knocked on the door to Al's room.
Lily looked after him and shook her head. Boys were mental. Girls got the bad rap, but honest to God, these two were something else. She picked up her bag and left the dorm, hoping that maybe she could make it to class without being hijacked by any more emo boys...god help Jamie if he had a problem today 'cause he was shit out of luck if he did. Her psychiatric booth was closed for business.
Albus was laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. The salt had dried on his skin and felt itchy, and he rubbed futilely at it with his hand. The knock surprised him, but he managed to say "Come in."
Opening the door slowly, as if he expected a hex to come flying at him at any moment. "Al? It's Scorpius. I want to talk to you for a second, okay? I want to apologize for my behavior last night. Can we talk about it?"
Al turned his head towards the open door and saw Scorpius hovering there. "If you want to." He managed to sit up, having ditched his robes and now only wearing his favorite tank top, a dark green one that turned his eyes forest green, and gym pants. He used his palm to wipe the last trickles off his face; he couldn't hide that he'd cried and was honestly too tired to even try. "Come all the way in then."
When he saw that Al had been crying, Scorpius nearly flew to his side. "Al, I'm so sorry! When Sam knocked on the door, I just didn't want him to know what we were doing because it's nobody's business but our own, okay? I'm not sorry about what we did and I'm not embarrassed about it. It's just... Private. I shouldn't have gone off like that without talking to you. But I just didn't want everyone knowing our business. You're my best mate, and nothing is going to change that, ever. You know that right?" He held out his hand for Al to shake. "Forgive me?"
"You're not...disgusted by me?" Al chose his words carefully. "Because I was sure when you left so fast that you were. I'm...I'm sorry if I overstepped my bounds. I don't know what made me do that." He, unlike Scorpius, was an excellent liar. It was the one thing besides green eyes and basic DNA that he and Lily had in common; they both could have lied under Veritaserum if necessary. Years of lying to and evading their mother had honed their deception skills to a enviable level. He ABSOLUTELY knew what had made him do that - and what's more, that he would do it again if given the chance.
"No!" Scorpius didn't want Al to be sorry about what he'd done in the slightest. "I am definitely not disgusted. And don't be sorry about what happened... at the end. I... I liked it." He desperately wanted to tell Al how hot and sexy and fabulous it had been, but Al still had that haunted look in his eyes and Scorpius wanted to make sure that their friendship was still intact before he pushed anything further. "Do you believe me? Please say that we're still friends, Al. I couldn't bear it otherwise."
Al looked at Scorpius and sighed...partly in relief and partly because he looked so damn good. Unlike himself at the moment. Then he nodded. "All right. I just couldn't stand the thought that I might have pushed you too far...and that you might hate me now." His voice was small. "Cause losing you would be the worst thing in the world to me." He scrubbed at the salt tracks again. "Obviously, I got a little emotional at the thought."
"I don't blame you at all! I would have done things differently if I'd realized." He patted Al's leg in a comforting fashion, but all he could feel were the taut muscles and it sent a shiver through him. He grinned conspiratorially. "If you promise not to make fun of me... Well... One reason I didn't come back to talk to you after I left last night was because I was so worked up, I had to wank again."
Al had to smile at that. "Were you?" He tilted his head a little and nibbled his bottom lip. "It was really...intense, wasn't it?" He had to work at not saying something he shouldn't. I've never done anything like that before - and I wouldn't have done it with anyone else but you. But watching someone else do to themselves what I do to myself?" He swallowed. "It was pretty amazing to see."
Scorpius grinned, finally feeling that everything was good between them again. "It was! And yeah, it's not something that I would do with just anyone, either, you know. Like I said, you're my best mate, Al. You're... Special." He gulped a bit, unsure at how to say what he was thinking. He looked at Al's face, finally looking animated again, and decided to start slowly. "Maybe sometime, we could do it again? I mean... If you wanted to." .
"Yeah...we could. I'd like to." Al could feel his cheeks heating up. He DID want to, so badly, but they had just gotten past the hurdles that came from doing it the first time. He would wait, as much as he hated to.
The important thing was that things were ok between them again.
-------- A week later ------
Gryffindor had gone down in flames.
The battle had been hard fought, and James was a worthy adversary, but in the end, Al had prevailed, being able to get past Jamie one last time, making the last goal as the Slytherin Seeker grabbed the Snitch and ended the game.
The changing rooms were rowdy, and Albus, as always, was in the thick of things. The celebration was planned for that night, but there were still hours to go before the party and Al had too much energy and nothing to do with it.
Well...not exactly NOTHING. He had a definite thought about what he'd like to do with it, and who he'd like to do it with. Someone he'd seen in the stands wearing Slytherin green instead of his own House colors, and cheering him on, even though said person could give a shit less about Quidditch, or any other sport for that matter. Someone who was so gorgeous, he took Al's breath away.
He caught up with said person in the Great Hall during lunch and sat down next to him, leaning close to whisper. "Hey...do you want to...you know...again? With me?"
Scorpius's breath caught. He'd been hoping for this moment all week. He didn't want to be the one to suggest it, though, after what had happened before. So he'd settled for wanking every night (and sometimes in the morning as well) thinking of the last time and waiting for Al to bring it up again. Trying desperately to retain some semblance of control, he nodded. "Yeah. I do." He looked around the crowded Great Hall. "Everyone's busy eating. I bet the dorms are all deserted. Should we go to your room or mine?" He was aware that that sounded uncomfortably like a pick-up line, but he hoped Al wouldn't take it the wrong way.
He was determined, no matter what happened, to let Al remain in control. He didn't want to risk spooking him again. His outfit for the Yule Ball had arrived earlier in the week, and he'd met up with Lily to try it on. She'd admitted that he looked incredible in it, and when he'd looked at himself in the mirror, he'd hardly believed it. And Lily had assured him that on the night of the Ball, when she did his hair and make-up, he'd look even better. After seeing the outfit she'd gotten for him, he trusted her implicitly. So nothing could happen that would ruin his plans for the Ball. He had to be careful around Al. He got up from the table and gestured for Al to lead the way.
Al was practically bouncing; winning had that effect on him. It made him feel indestructible...and extremely horny. He routinely wanked in the showers after a game, just so he could manage the rest of his day. He didn't feel weird about it - lots of the other guys did too. And some of them were very vocal about it. Al, at least, kept it down to a dull roar. "Excellent," replied Al, looking around. "Let's go to yours this time, ok? Less goons to bust in that way."
Al had also tried on his Yule outfit and been almost dumbstruck at how he looked. He looked sexy, and even Lily had been impressed. She assured him that after she was done with him the day of, that men would be drooling on themselves and women would need to change their panties. He had snorted at that; there was only one man he wanted to have drool over him. And she was sure that Scorpius WOULD. So all in all, he was feeling pretty damn good about life. He stood up and waited for Scorpius to lead the way.
As he could have predicted, there was no one in the Ravenclaw dormitory. "Undoubtedly at the library if they're not at lunch," he explained with a grin. He was positively giddy at the thought of what was to come. He knew how Al got after a game - all energetic and riled up - and the thought of watching him get off while he was already excited and happy was making Scorpius rapidly hard. That and having just watched Al fly for a couple of hours. The way his strong legs gripped the broom, and the way the muscles in his chest and back rippled when he turned... It was enough for Scorpius to wank to already.
"So..." he began, trying not to put any pressure on Al. "Should we... get undressed first?" Scorpius desperately wanted to see Al shirtless this time. He had before, but it had been a few years ago, before Al developed all of those lovely muscles. He wished, not for the first time, that they were in the same house so that he'd be able to watch Al get changed every day. He fingered the hem of his jumper, waiting for Al's response.
Al grinned. "Yeah...lets. All clothes off this time, all right?" Without waiting for an answer, Al began to strip, and was naked a moment later...and already hard, just from the adrenaline and the prospect of seeing Scorpius' face when he came again...it had been the most stunning thing he'd ever seen, and in his dreams, Scorpius came every night, all over him, moaning his name.
Since it was Scorp's room, Al took the foot of the bed this time, resting his back against the cool dark wood and spreading his legs, knees bent in his favorite position. His color was high, his eyes already deep with arousal and his hair rested on his shoulders, still damp from his shower. He took a deep breath and waited for Scorp.
Scorpius realized belatedly that his mouth was hanging open, reminiscent of some sort of fish, and he snapped his jaws closed with an audible click. Imagining Al naked was one thing and seeing Al mostly naked was another. But seeing him completely naked was a revelation. He almost came on the spot. Eager to join Al on the bed, he practically tore his clothing off, worried that compared to Al's big, muscular, tanned body, he would seem pale and scrawny.
He was so eager, though, that the worries didn't stop him. He stripped off and climbed up, facing Al. He took the elastic out of his hair once again, and looped it around his wrist, shaking his head slightly to settle more comfortably against the headboard. Once he was comfortable, he let his eyes roam over Al's body, loving every single inch of him, from his tousled hair to his rather large feet. He remembered some sort of comparison having to do with cock size and shoe size, and looking between Al's legs, he thought it must be true. He couldn't help licking his lips at the memory of Al's finger in his mouth, and he fervently hoped something equally exciting would happen this time.
For his part, Al's eyes were roaming over all of Scorpius' body; he was so pale compared to him, but milky, almost like cream, the thick, rich kind...as though if you touched his skin, it would ripple outwards, then settle back in; Al wanted to lick him to see if he tasted as good as he looked. And where he was heavy with muscles, Scorpius was sinewy, a long line of unbroken perfection. Everything about Scorpius' body seemed perfectly carved out, perfectly planned. Even his body hair was the same pale, silvery blond as the hair on his head. Al licked his lips as he drank in every ounce of that sweet flesh.
And his cock...even that was pale, with just the flush of blood giving it color at all. Like everything else on Scorpius' body, it looked like it had been made with the most loving care. Compared to Scorp, Al felt large and clumsy, but he didn't care about himself....only about what lay in front of him.
Since he'd had a week for tension to build, Scorpius wasn't interested in taking his time or being coy. He wanted to get down to business. He wrapped his hand around his cock and started a leisurely wank. He watched Al as he did it, his eyes lingering on all the places that he most wanted to touch. To lick. Al's biceps. His perfect abs. His heavy thighs. The trail of dark hair that lead from his navel downwards. His balls. His cock. His ass. Scorpius wanted to explore every single molecule that was Albus Potter with his hands and his lips and his tongue.
His hand had begun to move faster as his thoughts got progressively dirtier. He reached down past his balls and touched himself in the spot that he'd seen Albus touch the last time. Something he'd been doing each time he wanked since that first time. He pressed his head back against the headboard, enjoying the way his hair tickled his bare shoulders. Al was biting his lip a little and Scorpius wanted so badly to kiss him and suck that full lower lip into his own mouth. A small moan escaped his lips.
Al was watching him with what could only be termed hunger. He was aroused, true, but watching Scorp was something he was sure he could do forever and not ever get tired of. He wanted to trail his fingers down that white neck and suck on the pulse point that he swear he could see moving as the other boy pleasured himself. He wanted to crawl between Scorpius' legs and slide his knees under Scorpius' thighs and lick his balls, then trail his tongue back to that tight hole and fuck him with his tongue. He closed his eyes and exhaled, a low purring sound emerging as he thought about the things he would do to Scorpius someday. Because he would be his, Al's, one way or the other.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and began to slide it up and down, his touch less gentle than before; and this time, not satisfied with just stroking that sensitive area behind his balls, he sucked on one finger, and tilting his hips up, slid it into himself and rocked on it.
Scorpius gaped. It was something he'd done before himself (usually while he was fantasizing about Al fucking him), but to know Al did the same thing... "Oh, gods..." he whispered. The picture in front of him was so beautiful that it was painful. Scorpius wanted to snatch Al's hand away and replace Al's finger with his own. Or better yet, have Al finger him. Summoning his courage, he figured that if Al could be that free in front of him, he could do the same thing. He repeated Al's action, licking his finger to wet it and ran it around his hole, pressing lightly, teasing himself with the pressure. He gasped when he breached himself, imagining that it was something much larger than his own finger.
"Oh, gods..." he whispered again, stroking his cock faster this time. He wanted to touch Al so badly. He slid his foot forward a bit on the bed until his toes were touching Al's. It was subtle enough that he could play it off as an accidental brush if Al recoiled, but he needed to connect to Al somehow. Shivers wracked his body when his bare foot touched Al's. He desperately wanted to touch him more, but he was still so frightened of scaring Albus off. He moaned again and added another finger.
Al licked his lips and gave Scorpius a decided smirk. "Feel good?" he whispered. "It does, doesn't it? But it makes you want more...makes you want to be stretched as far as you can go, as much as you can take." Slowly, he stroked his toes along Scorpius' foot, watching him while he added another finger as well, then a third one. When he hit his own prostate, he bit down on his lip hard and gasped, clenching around his fingers, pushing down on them until they couldn't go any further. "You asked me who I thought about last time....now you tell me who you think of when you fuck yourself on your own fingers...who do you want in there, Scorp? Tell me."
He was playing a dangerous game, and he knew it; but he wanted to know who made Scorpius' icy eyes glaze like that, who made him pant...for his part, Al knew what he wanted, it was mere inches from him, starting to breathe more heavily with every passing moment.
Scorpius couldn't breathe. Everything was too hot and too bright and all he could see was Al's fingers disappearing into his ass, and Al's cock, hard and thick and perfect. Albus's words washed over him, and the seductive tone in his voice was so beautiful. He'd heard Al say millions, if not billions, of words during the course of their friendship, but he had never heard Al use that particular tone of voice. It was so caressing and so buttery that Scorpius groaned out loud. He pushed his own fingers in deeper and panted.
He'd resolved to let Al take control of their encounter and he didn't know what his admission would bring, but there was no way that he was going to lie. He loved Al. More than anything, and he couldn't lie to him. Not here, when they were both baring themselves and their souls to each other. "You. I think about you fucking me. Always you."
Time stopped...him.
Scorpius wanted...him. Always him. Just like he wanted Scorpius.
He swallowed, his throat dry, and then pulled his fingers out of himself and got on his knees to move the bare inches between them, nudging Scorpius' legs further apart and crawling between them. He kneeled there, reaching out to slide one hand around the back of Scorpius' neck and press his forehead against the other boy's and then reached down and grabbed Scorpius' wrist, pulling his fingers out. "That's my job," he whispered before sliding his own fingers into Scorpius' entrance and kissing him so hard that the headboard banged against the wall.
All in the span of a few seconds, Al's tongue was in his mouth and Al's fingers were in his ass, and Scorpius was in heaven. It was so, so much better than anything he could have imagined. He'd thought so very many times about what this moment would be like, and in his wildest fantasies, nothing could compare. He opened his mouth wider. And his legs wider. He gave himself completely to Al, wantonly. He gave in to temptation and wound his arms around Al, caressing his strong, broad back and shoulders and trailing his hands down over Al's arms.
Al kissed more amazingly than Scorpius could have thought possible, especially since he was almost a hundred percent sure that Al had never kissed anyone before. Scorpius certainly hadn't. But their mouths seemed to know what to do. The feeling of Al's hand on his neck, tangling in his hair, was sensual and sent shivers down his spine. He moaned into Al's mouth, but then pulled back a bit. "Lube," he whispered. "We need lube. Now. Because I need you inside of me."
Al groaned, then licked his bottom lip and pulled back a little, sliding his hand out of Scorpius reluctantly. "Accio conditioner!" It was the closest thing he could think of and was slippery. The bottle smacked into his hand and he flipped open the top. He didn't want to take his hands out of Scorpius' hair, but was forced to, at least momentarily, in order to slick his fingers and cock. He tossed the bottle aside and kissed Scorpius again while his fingers returned to their previous spot, however briefly.
He tugged Scorpius so that he was lying flat and raised his legs so that they draped over his shoulder...finally, all that porn was coming in handy.
Being underneath Al as Al prepared to fuck him was the single most important moment in Scorpius's life to date. His cock was harder than it had ever been. His balls hurt. His head was swimming with anticipation. The slippery conditioner was making everything feel easy and Al's lips made him forget to be nervous. He had the fleeting though that he was about to lose his virginity, but that seemed less significant than he'd thought it would. All he cared about was being under Al. Looking at those strong arms surrounding him and feeling every precious inch where their bodies touched. When Al broke off the kiss to take a breath, Scorpius looked deeply into his eyes.
"I'm ready. Do it. Fuck me. Please, Al? I can't wait any more. I need you."
Al was sure that nothing else would ever equal these moments...being told Scorpius wanted him, needed him...and he felt the same. But he had to add one more thing, the one thing he would have said even had he never had this chance. He bent down so he could whisper in his ear. "I love you...I'm IN love with you."
He grasped himself and guided his cock to Scorpius's entrance. "If I hurt you, make me stop." He closed his eyes briefly and then pushed into Scorpius, pausing once he was past the ring of muscle. His free hand moved back up to stroke the damp hair off Scorpius's forehead as he brushed a soft kiss against that white skin.
Scorpius wasn't sure what was a more exquisite sensation - Al's cock entering him, stretching him, filling him, or hearing Al say those words to him. "Oh, gods... Al! Al!" Scorpius struggled to draw enough breath to say what he wanted to say back. "I love you, too. I'm in love with you. I have been... It feels like forever. I've wanted this for so long... Oh, please! Fuck me!" He wanted to say more. Something eloquent about hearts and flowers and undying devotion, but the only sounds he could make just then were incoherent grunts.
Al's cock was so much bigger than fingers, but it didn't hurt. On the contrary, it felt like exactly what he'd been missing his whole life. Exactly what he'd been needing. "Doesn't hurt," he panted. "Feels fucking perfect." He hooked his legs more tightly over Al's shoulders so that he could lift his hips up to meet Al as he began to gently thrust. He tangled both hands into Al's unruly hair and pulled his mouth down for another kiss. If he died at the very moment, it would be enough.
That was all he needed to hear and Al pushed the rest of the way into Scorpius and gasped as wet tight heat surrounded him; he moaned. "God, Scorp, you feel like I knew you would," he whispered in awe. "Just like I dreamed, being in you. And I've loved you since the day I met you." He began to thrust, as instinct took over and sensation rushed through him and he wrapped his fingers into silky blond hair and pulled Scorpius' head back so he could suck on his neck, his hips and legs rocking against Scorpius'.
The feeling of Al's mouth on his neck, and Al's cock in his ass, were too much for Scorpius to stand. He cried out, "Oh, gods, Al! I'm not going to be able to last!" It was true. As much as he wanted this to go on forever, he could already feel his body rushing towards orgasm. As Al had slid all the way inside, his cock had begun touching that spot inside Scorpius that made him see fireworks. There was nothing that could hold him back now; he was too far gone. "Please, please, please," he whispered, chant-like, although he had no idea what he was asking for.
"I'm so close Al, please!"
"Me too, love," he panted, and changed his angle just slightly, and knew he had hit that spot when Scorpius nearly came off the bed. Al's own orgasm was cresting and just as he thrust for the last time, he came, filling Scorpius with hot bitter seed, and yelling out his name.
When Al pressed against that place inside him, Scorpius bucked wildly, shouting something wholly nonsensical. He felt Al start to spill inside of him, and it was the tipping point that sent him to join Albus, hot wetness coating both of their stomachs where they were pressed together. Al's arms shook slightly and he lowered himself onto Scorpius, who welcomed the pressure and the weight. He cradled Al's head, carding his fingers through his hair over and over again, murmuring almost to himself. When he could form words again he whispered, close to Al's ear, "I love you so much."
Al's breath was coming in short huffs from the exertion and also from the exploding emotions inside him. He lay on Scorpius' chest, feeling his hands in his hair and hearing the rapid thumping of the other boy's heart.
Scorpius was telling him that he loved him...loved HIM, Albus. He listened to the words and couldn't believe they could be true; how could he love him when all this time Al had been sure that his own love was unrequited and that he would have to go to extreme lengths to even get his attention...and Scorp already loved him.
It was almost too much for him to comprehend, so he lay there and heard the whispered words and just tried to breathe.
Scorpius cradled Albus to his chest, petting his sweaty hair. Al's breath was tickling his neck, but it felt nice. Wonderful, even. He was in love. And Albus was in love. They were in love. The thought hit him with force and he actually laughed out loud with the sheer joy of it. He was in love with someone who loved him back. And the icing on the cake was that he'd just lost his virginity, an idea that still boggled his mind. His ass was a bit sore, but not unpleasant really. More like a reminder of what he'd just done. He hoped they'd do it again, and soon! He chuckled again. He felt giddy, like the time he'd sampled some cheering potion by mistake. He stroked Al's broad, muscular back, and kissed his head.
Al had to chuckle himself when Scorpius laughed; with the same odd mental connection they'd shared for years, he understood why and what he was laughing at. He turned his head and rested his cheek on Scorpius' chest and nuzzled him. "Amazing huh?" he said quietly, content to be petted. "That we finally figured it out...'course I knew you were a total bottom all this time," he teased, having known no such thing. "And your bottom, by the way, is fucking sweet; being in there was one of the greatest things I've ever felt."
He was too happy and sated to even blush. "Yeah, I knew it, too." At Al's curious look, he clarified, "I used to..." He shook his head. "I guess it's pointless to be embarrassed in front of you after what we just did, right? Anyway, I used to wank thinking of you fucking me. Like... Every day."
Al raised his head and gave him an intimate smile. "And I wanked over you doing everything to me. Top, bottom, fucking sideways in one dream. THAT was interesting. And then I woke up all sore and wondered what the fuck I'd done to myself in the night. Probably better I never know." He gently stroked his finger along Scorpius' cheekbones, over his pale brows, just touching all the places he'd thought about but despaired of ever being ABLE to touch. "But most of all, I just dreamed about being with you," he said quietly. "I dreamt of hearing you tell me you loved me, that you wanted me, wanted to be with me...even though I am a big dumb jock and you're a brilliant smarty."
Scorpius grinned at him. "You think I didn't worry about the same thing? I may be smart, but I'm pale and scrawny and dorky... You're big and strong and gorgeous and athletic and your body is to die for!" He ran his hands over Al's back and shoulders. "Plus, you're funny, outgoing, popular... Do I even need to go on? I never thought you'd look twice at someone like me. Without you, I'd sit in the library all day. Face it. I'm a boring little swot."
Albus was still touching him gently. "You're beautiful," he said simply. "I just want to touch all of you because I've never seen anything so perfect; every part of you. You look like you might break if I grabbed you too hard, but I know you won't. It's like velvet over steel. And you are not dorky!" He paused, then smirked. "Ok, a little dorky. But so am I."
He reluctantly slid out of Scorpius, rolling over so he was on his side. "You really think all that of me?"
He grinned at Albus. "Of course! I've always thought you were the hottest guy I'd ever seen. And trust me, now that I've seen you without clothes... I'm SURE I'll never see a hotter guy than you." He grabbed Al's hand and laced their fingers together. "So. Um. Would you say that we're... boyfriends now?"
"Is that what you want?" Al, too, had been thinking about this...well, as much as he COULD think between fucking Scorpius into the mattress and basking in post-coital glowage. "Because I'm good with that if that's what you want to be. And, uh, I guess if you just wanted to, you know, keep your options open, then, well..." He trailed off.
Scorpius almost laughed again. How could someone who looked like Albus think that anyone would want to keep their options open? "No, you git! I just didn't know if you'd think it was lame or whatever to call ourselves that. But I definitely want to. Badly. And, Al? If we're going to be a couple... Do you think you'd like to go to the Yule Ball with me? As my date?"
Al's grin threatened to split his face in half - which would have been an interesting theoretical problem for his cousin Rose to tackle. "I don't think its lame," he admitted, blushing at the same time. "I think its fantastic...and yeah, I'd love to go to the ball with you. Absolutely love it."
To reaffirm his point, he leaned over and kissed his new boyfriend, gently at first, then more firmly, sliding his hand along Scorpius' jaw and devouring his mouth as his arousal began to stir again. Hell, it had never really settled down, and in the back of his mind, he doubted that it ever would. This was HIS Scorp, his beautiful boy, who wanted to be with HIM. Wanted to be his boyfriend. The thought only stoked his desire and he felt himself growing hard again as they kissed.
Scorpius could feel Al's erection against his leg and he wiggled against it. "Good," he murmured against Al's lips as they kissed. He wondered if Albus wanted to have sex again already. Was that even possible? Grinning, he decided he didn't care if it was the done thing or not. He'd been waiting too long for this and he was going to get as much out of it as he could. He thought of the other part of his fantasy, and he suddenly had an idea. "Hey, Al?" He reached down and rubbed Al's cock. "Do you think maybe I could give you a blowjob?"
Al's eyes widened and he bit his lip. "You want to?" Scorpius' hand on his cock felt amazing and he could feel the blood pulsing and flushing him full. "I ...gods, yes, yes, you can...that would be fantastic!"
Almost as much as he wanted to feel what it was like to get sucked off, he wanted to SEE Scorpius licking and nibbling and sucking his cock -the image had played a huge part in his fantasies for a very long time and he didn't want to miss a thing.
He grinned at Al again. He felt like he couldn't stop grinning. He'd never been so giddy before. This day was like every Christmas morning ever all rolled into one. He snatched his wand up and performed a couple of quick cleaning charms. "Sit like I was, Al. Up against the headboard, okay?" He waited for Albus to get in position, and then he knelt in between Al's legs. He ran his hands nervously up and down Al's thighs. "Have I told you yet how sexy your legs are? They're so strong and powerful, and every time I watched you grip a broomstick, I got hard."
Without waiting for a response, he scooted backwards to lie between Al's legs, his face hovering above Al's crotch. He started by licking and nuzzling Al's inner thighs, nipping at the muscles that he loved so much. He'd forgotten his elastic, so his hair hung down like a silvery curtain, and he impatiently flipped it over one shoulder. Scorpius carefully licked the length of Al's cock with the tip of his tongue. The skin was so velvety and it was so impossibly hard. He shivered and leaned closer, holding the base with one hand. Realizing that this was not the time to be shy, he opened wide and sucked the entire length into his mouth, pursing his lips around it and sucking firmly.
Al watched him in stunned astonishment; he honestly didn't think he had ever, ever been this hard - but then again, he'd thought that a few minutes ago too. Scorp's mouth wrapped around his cock felt beyond amazing and he had to grip the sheets next to him to keep from wriggling in sheer pleasure. He reached down and with one hand, gathered Scorpius' hair into a tail and held it behind his shoulders, which a)allowed him to see all of Scorpius's face B) let him touch that silvery mass and c) served as an effective tugging mechanism.
The suction, the slickness of the other boy's tongue and the wet heat...Al moaned, his sound ending with a little gasp. "You look so perfect doing that," he whispered. "Like you were made for me."
Scorpius agreed. Al's hand in his hair felt amazing, tugging gently, steering him towards the spots Al liked best. He peeped up at Albus through his eyelashes, deliberately trying to be flirty. He'd seen a bit of a Muggle porno movie once at a particularly wild Slytherin party and, although the person giving the blowjob in the movie was a girl, Scorpius figured he was sort of the girl anyway, so he could employ some of the techniques. He kept his eyes locked on Al as he sucked and licked, trying to show with his eyes how much he was loving the feeling of Al's hard cock sliding in and out of his mouth. He swirled his tongue around and around, trying to make Al do that gaspy moan thing again. He decided that it was his favorite noise ever.
Al would have been much amused if he knew where Scorpius was getting his technique, but he was too far into sensory heaven at the moment to worry about it. The sensation of the hot mouth and soft lips around his cock, the strong suction, the slippery silk of Scorp's hair between his fingers and just the heat rising in him was rendering him incapable of doing much more than letting out the occasional long breath and making small whimpering noises and gasps; he never knew he had so many less-than-manly noises IN him, but fuck, he'd worry about masculinity later. MUCH later.
As much as Scorpius had loved the feeling of Al fucking him, being on top of him and filling him, this was almost - almost - better. He'd never felt quite so powerful before. Each little gasp and moan and sigh that he wrung from Al's lips was like a personal triumph. Plus... Well there was really no other way to say it... He felt kind of slutty. But in a good way. When they'd been having sex, they'd been kissing and whispering and stroking. It had been beautiful. But this was spitty and dirty and rough and Al was tugging his hair and he was drooling on Al's cock and it was... Perfect.
"Fuck, Scorp," Al groaned. "You were fucking born to this..." He was now watching Scorpius from under half-closed eyelids and he could feel his balls tightening as his orgasm approached; he pulled a little more roughly on that tail. "Gonna come...want it all over you. Want to lick it off you..." his breathing was coming in staccato gasps and the moaning gasps were coming much quicker now. "Scorp...I can' stop, gonna..."
Words failed him as he exploded, his body shaking and twitching as he came.
Scorpius choked a bit as Al came in his mouth, but he manfully swallowed. Some got on his cheek and dribbled down his chin, though. Sitting back on his heels and looking up at Al coquettishly, Scorpius licked his lips deliberately. Then he leaned forward and kissed Al deeply, passing the taste from his tongue into Al's mouth. He remembered the first time they'd been together and he sat back a bit and wiped at his chin, catching a few stray drops. He pressed one finger to Al's lips, which were plump and swollen from kissing.
As Scorpius had that first time, Al slid Scorpius' finger into his mouth and sucked his own come off his boyfriend's finger, drawing it out slowly to show just exactly what he could do with his tongue. When he was finished, he leaned forward - still a bit shaky - and licked Scorp's chin and lower lip, then kissed the remaining drops off his cheek. He cupped Scorpius' face in his hands and kissed him again, taking his time and probing Scorp's mouth with his tongue.
Al's actions were so sensual that Scorpius was very, very glad that he was already sitting down. His cock was incredibly hard, and he reached down to stroke it gently as they kissed. Feeling bold, Scorpius grabbed Al's hand and placed it on his cock. "Do you feel what you've done to me?" he whispered against Al's lips. "Having your cock in my mouth made me so hard for you. Tasting you. You're so hot, Al. So hot..." He wrapped his hand around Al's and squeezed, loving the pressure.
Albus looked down and licked his lips at the sight of Scorp's hard-on. He squeezed it gently, feeling the softness and the texture of the skin there, and rubbed his thumb over the slightly leaking and sticky tip and then trailing his fingers down the length of Scorp's cock. He continued working Scorp's cock with his sure fingers, smearing the precome down and over the soft skin, until it was slick. He reached forward with his free hand and wrapped it around Scorpius' neck. "You know what you need to do with that hard, slick cock now, don't you?" His voice was a purr, still a bit raspy from all the sounds he'd made before. "You need to fuck me with it; need to slam me into the mattress until the only thing I can see, feel, hear in the world is you...until the world collapses down to you and I." His eyes were intense. "I want you," he whispered. "I want you in me and I want you to play rough."
By the time Al finished that impassioned little speech, the blood was rushing so loudly in Scorpius's ears that he was afraid he'd mis-heard. "Rough?" He gulped a little, but then a wicked smile spread across his face. "Turn over and lie on your stomach," he requested. Al complied. Smirking, he grabbed his wand and whispered a charm. Ropes shot out and bound Albus spread-eagle on the bed. Al squeaked a bit, but didn't protest. Scorpius grabbed the pillow from under Al's head and slid it under his hips, exposing him more fully. Scorpius ran his hands over Al's perfect ass over and over again. It was like it was carved by some sort of master ass artist... Shaking his head at his silliness, Scorpius got back to the task at hand.
Starting at Al's gorgeous broad shoulders, Scorpius licked a stripe down Al's spine until his tongue trailed between Al's ass cheeks. He nipped both cheeks, leaving little red marks that he soothed with his tongue. He spread Al's ass with his hands and the sight made his already straining erection even more impossibly hard. He ran his tongue down and over Al's hole.
"Oh, fuck," Al whispered, trying to move and finding it impossible. Sneaky Claws. "That's just...again, please."
When Scorpius complied, Al moaned, that breathy gaspy sound and tried to arch up to meet that tongue.
The noises that Al was making were the best things Scorpius had ever heard. He got bolder, swirling his tongue around and around the hole, stabbing at it with the tip. It was probably the most arousing thing he'd ever done in his life. Albus was bound, completely at his mercy, and he was writhing and moaning. All from Scorpius's tongue. It was incredible. He inched a finger up and pressed it against Al's hole, still licking around the finger. It slipped inside relatively easily, and the thought of his cock following was almost too much. Scorpius was humping against the bed and he knew he needed to hurry. He returned to stretching Al, first with one finger, and then moving to two.
Al moaned long and loud as Scorpius' tongue invaded him, and when he slipped his fingers in around that slippery hot tongue Al nearly tore the muscles in his shoulder trying to lurch off the bed. "Fuck, Scorp...that feels so incredible and I ..." he wriggled against those fingers, straining to push himself onto those fingers. "But god, I want you to fuck me now. As hard as you can - you can't break me, no matter how hard you try. I want this, and you, too fucking much."
Scorpius's breathing quickened. He was leaking all over the bed and when Al made his plea, Scorpius didn't hesitate. He knelt and leaned over Al's back, kissing his gorgeous shoulders. He wasn't sure when he'd become so fascinated with Albus's back, but seeing it bound, muscles bulging and writhing under that soft, tan skin, was doing crazy things to his brain. He held himself up with one hand, and guided himself with his other hand. It excited him to know that he could lean on Al without hurting him. Albus was just so strong and powerful... Scorpius pushed inside a few inches and nearly swooned at the feeling.
He'd never imagined being in this position, simply because he knew he was the weaker, more delicate one. He just assumed that Al would be fucking him. But this? Al, tied down and at his mercy, it was heady. He pushed the rest of the way in with a groan.
Al half-sighed, half-moaned at the sensation of being breached; he had dreamed of this too many times to count and the feel of Scorpius actually IN him...his cock buried in him, his sweat-damp skin sliding along his...he had to bite down hard on his lip to keep from coming all over the place; as it was, he rubbed against the coverlet, the friction just enough to keep him sane. "Move in me, Scorp...slam me hard. Do whatever you want, I just want all of you that you'll give me."
Hearing Al beg for it. Beg for him. It was too much to bear. He held himself steady and began to slam into Al with force. Scorpius wanted to hear him beg again. Wanted to hear him moan and pant. Wanted to see him writhe. It was intoxicating. Scorpius didn't go easy on him - far from it. They'd already made love once. It was time to get down to business. Scorpius hauled himself more upright, fingers digging into Al's hips, fucking him mindlessly, lost in the sensations.
Al rocked against him as much as he could, bound as he was. "God...yes! Give it to me...fuck, wanted you so long, Scorp...you don't even know what I...how I waited for you...." he was losing his ability to speak, and a moment later, as Scorpius hit his prostate, he whimpered, then let out a long moan as tremors shot up his spine and his entire body shook. "Fuck me...perfect, just like that..."
Scorpius carefully continued aiming at the same angle, loving the sound of Al begging. "Yes! Yes!" he panted. "You feel so... Gods, Al! Waited for you, too... So long!" He knew his usual eloquence was failing him, but he couldn't think any rational thoughts other than, 'I'm fucking Al.' It was too much for him. He fell against Al, pressing his mouth against Al's shoulder and sucking on the skin, hard, his hips continuing their furious pumping. "Can't last... much longer... Want you... to come..."
"Ohhhh...fuck," he groaned. Being told to come, the fact that his Scorpius WANTED him to come, was all it took and he was flooding the coverlet, the sticky wetness spreading up under his bound stomach. He knew Scorp was marking him in more ways than one, and that excited him too. He himself wanted to tattoo his name across Scorpius' back. "Property of Albus Potter."
"Mine," he managed to whisper, before his head dropped down and he exhaled. "Mine."
Scorpius grunted when Al clenched around him, and he came as well, still moving his hips against Al. He realized that he'd drooled a bit on Al's back and he hastily wiped it away. He wanted to free Albus so that they could cuddle, but he needed to catch his breath first. He panted, his chest heaving. Al was breathing hard, too, and he was moving Scorpius gently up and down. "Am I too heavy?" Scorpius whispered. "Should I get off?"
"Thought you just did." Al sighed contentedly and there was a smile in his voice. "Unless you just shot my ass full of chowder or something." He raised his head, which was all he could move. "You can stay there," he whispered. "If you let me go, I'll turn over so I can kiss you senseless."
Scorpius laughed, which made his now-limp cock slide from Al's ass. He groaned at the loss. He rolled off Al so that he could reach his wand. He gave a swish and a flick and the ropes disappeared. He flashed Al a cheeky grin. "I guess you'll have to get on top of me, now, won't you?" He tossed his wand back on the table and opened his arms.
"When did you become such a whore? And why aren't I surprised? And why is it such a huge fucking turn on?" Al laughed too and moved on top of Scorpius, settling down into his arms like he'd been there all his life. In a way, he reflected, he had. He'd wanted Scorp from the second he first saw him, WANTED him in the way he wanted chocolate, a warm bed and frankly, his stuffed rabbit, Mr. Bun. It was a simple want. Only when they had gotten older had he realized that the want was coupled with need, and then lust had entered the picture and Al was lost from then on out.
He looked down at Scorpius and moved his hand to stroke fine white-blond hair off his damp forehead. "I love you," he said simply. "I always have- never stopped for a moment."
Scorpius grinned up at him. "I love you too. And I always have. And I always will. You're a part of me. Even before I understood things like this," He gestured helplessly between the two of them, lying there naked and spent. "You were a part of me." He nuzzled Al's shoulder. "Now, wasn't I promised kisses? You're not getting selfish on me already, are you?"
Al gave him a lazy smirk. "Selfish? Me? No...." He reached up and wrapped his hand around the back of Scorpius' neck and pulled him down to kiss him, slowly licking his bottom lip first until Scorpius opened his mouth to him, and then he sank into the kiss, his tongue probing and mapping Scorp's mouth, a sweet, deep kiss that was full of promise.
Scorpius melted into the kiss, holding Al so tightly that he could feel his fingers digging into Al's back. He moaned a bit when Al twirled their tongues together. He felt slightly clumsy, as he often did around Al, and he pulled back a bit. "Am I a good kisser? I mean, I've never kissed anyone else. I don't want you to think I'm lame."
The corner of Al's mouth quirked up. "You are an excellent kisser, Scorpius Hyperion. And even if you were terrible, I wouldn't care, cause it's YOU. But yes, you are a great kisser and I want more of your kisses, please. Cause I've waited a bloody lifetime for you and I'm not letting you go. Period."
~The End~
Part Three
When he got back to his dorm, Scorpius immediately flopped on his bed, drew the curtains and cast a Silencing charm. He couldn't hold back the huge grin that spread across his face. He and Al had just wanked together. And it was the most amazing, sexy, wonderful thing that had ever happened to him. Ever. He could feel himself getting hard again just thinking about it. He thought of how it had felt to suck on Al's finger, and he pictured that gorgeous cock and imagined sucking that instead. Is that what would have happened if Sam hadn't interrupted them?
He moaned a bit and stuck his hand down his jeans, wrapping it around his cock. He could just picture it. The next time they did that - and he was sure that they would have to again and soon - he would be bolder. He would reach over and take hold of Al's cock and stroke him. And if Al didn't protest, he'd lean down and take it in his mouth. After all, Al had basically asked him to do it with that whole finger thing. He moaned again, louder this time, and tugged his jeans and shorts down. He couldn't wait until tomorrow. He would meet up with Al outside the Charms classroom, like always, and they'd both smile. Then Scorpius would ask him, 'Same time tonight?' and Al would smile at him... And everything would be perfect.
While Scorpius was basking in his plans for the rest of his life, Al was not doing as well; he was obsessed with who Scorpius could have learned to be so good with his tongue on, and the fact that he'd left like he did. Al could have closed the curtains and told Sam to skive off, but no, Scorpius took off like he was horrified. And he probably was.
The next day he was nearly late to Charms; he hadn't bothered to eat breakfast, which would have been cause for concern under any circumstances, and he straggled in at the last minute, looking like shit. He knew he did and right now, he didn't even care.
He sat down next to Scorpius, who as usual looked perfect and stared down at his books.
Scorpius felt Al sit down next to him, and he glanced over. However, the grin faded from his face when he saw Albus. He looked like he hadn't slept a wink all night, and there were dark circles under his eyes. His hair was even more unkempt than usual, and stubble darkened his jaw. The look on his face was unsettling as well. He looked dejected, and maybe a touch angry as well. Scorpius touched his arm gently.
"Al? What's wrong?"
Al shook his head. "Nothing is wrong." His voice was hoarse, as it will be when one has been upset for some time. He looked at Scorpius' hand on his arm and felt his stomach twist. He blinked several times. "I'm just fine." He didn't care if it was obvious he was lying. Scorpius obviously had been with someone else, and had done all those things with him. There was no other explanation.
He rested his forehead on his hand so that his eyes were shaded. He felt wrecked.
He flinched back as if he'd been slapped. Al seemed angry at him! And he was clearly in no way fine. Why wouldn't Al look at him? His heart sinking, Scorpius realized that Al must be angry, embarrassed, or just plain disgusted by the events of the previous evening. He twisted back in his seat, away from Al, and lowered his head over his notes. He felt the unmistakable sensation of tears building behind his eyes. He'd been so sure that Al had been on the same page.
The finger thing! And the sucking! He had to have been feeling something for Scorpius. Hadn't he? Or was it just a one time thing? Something that he could cross it off his Things to Try Out Before I Die list? Scorpius felt nauseous. He'd been so sure... So sure. And now he felt like his heart was breaking.
Al managed to make it for about ten minutes before getting up and leaving the class, not caring that Flitwick was in the midst of lecturing; he was NOT gonna cry in class, dammit. He was not.
He thought about talking to James, who - despite being a prat - was close to him. James would never understand finding another bloke handsome in any way, but he would listen. But no...there really was only one person to talk to. Lily.
He headed off to the Slytherin dorms with his head down to find his sister.
He felt Al get up, and spun around just in time to see Al hurry out the door. Normally, Scorpius would have followed him. However, things were not at all normal between them. As the lecture continued, Scorpius only pretended to take notes. In reality, he was trying to figure out what the hell had gone wrong. And if there was any way to fix it. He twisted his quill in his fingers. This was not at all how he'd thought the day would go. Bloody hell.
Fortune was with Al as he entered the dorm, as his sister was coming down the stairs from her own room. She took one look at him and took his arm, dragging him off to the far alcove of the Common Room. "All right Alby...what happened?"
Al was proud that he managed to tell her without crying...and that she listened without mocking him (though that would undoubtedly come later). When he got to the part about Scorpius licking his finger, her eyes widened and she sighed. "That sounds so fucking HOT, Al...was it?"
He gave her a look. "Yes, it was hot. It was the hottest fucking thing ever to happen to me, and I'll never forget it."
"So...you and he...and you did that and then what?"
She rolled her eyes at the whole interruption by Goyle. "Jesus, he has the world's worst timing...did you tell him to sod off?"
"I was going to, but Scorp cleaned up and bolted in a moment. He was grossed out, ashamed, disgusted." Al's eyes grew hot and he blinked, looking down. "And then I thought, how does he know how to do that? Because his tongue, Lil...who else has he had?" Al rubbed at his eyes with his sleeve. "He's been with someone else and now he hates me. He ran from me. And I've lost him completely."
Lily looked at him sympathetically and that's all it took. "I need to go upstairs and ... hide. I can't stand this."
"Oh Alby, I honestly think this is not what you're thinking at all..."
He shrugged. "Doesn't matter now." He stood up and left, leaving Lily looking after him.
Scorpius shoved his book and notes into his bag the second the bell rang and bolted for the door. He'd made a decision. He needed to confront Albus. He hurried towards the Slytherin dorms, and ran smack dab into Lily Potter. She had an uncharacteristically serious look on her face, and Scorpius realized that perhaps he should talk to her before he attempted to speak with Al. "Lily! Have you seen Al? There's something seriously wrong and I could use your help. It's an emergency!"
Lily looked him over; Scorpius sure looked a whole hell of a lot better than Al did at this point. "I've spoken to him, yes; he's a little upset at the moment and went upstairs." She was careful not to reveal anything Al had said. She DID have some standards.
"Oh, gods... Did he tell you what happened between us last night? Because I thought that we were actually making progress, but today he seems like he's mad at me. I thought..." He trailed off, sniffling a bit. "I thought we were gonna be like a couple now. But he obviously regrets it. Did he tell you? Did he say that he's mad at me? Oh, gods..." Scorpius scrubbed at his face with his hand, feeling tears threatening again.
Good Lord, what was it with emo boys today? Lily sighed and took his arm, leading him over to the same place where Al had so recently sat, also teary. Thank God she had a free period at the moment. "Look, Scorpius...yes, Al did tell me what happened." She paused, considering what to say. She loved her brother and didn't want to screw anything up for him...unless she had purposely planned it that way, that is. "He's upset because you left so quickly. He's sure you're angry with him or upset or embarrassed or whatever about what happened. And because you two are so close, he's afraid its the end of your friendship." There, that sounded good and relayed nothing that Al had told her. "So if you want to go find him, you can, and you two can talk. But also...do you still want to go ahead and do what we planned for the ball? Do you still want Al?"
Scorpius swallowed hard. "I want him more than I've ever wanted anything in my life." He could feel himself blushing. "Especially after last night. Sorry, Lils, I know he's your brother and you probably don't want to know, but I want him... Badly. Are you still willing to help me?"
She smiled at him. "Yes I'm still willing. And..." she searched his face. "You're in love with him, aren't you? Not just hot for him, but love-love him."
Scorpius tilted his head to the side. He hadn't really thought of it. Al was everything to him. Everything good in his life. The most perfect, the most wonderful, the most gorgeous, and simply everything that Scorpius could ever want. He smiled. "Yeah. I do." He chuckled and grabbed Lily's arm excitedly. "I do!"
Lily laughed, and squeezed his hand. "I'm glad. He needs someone to love him and look after him, because you see how he looked today. A train wreck." She squeezed his hand again. "Ok, the clothes should be here tomorrow; you can model for me then, maybe in the Room of Requirement. I've figured out to do with your hair and you must promise not to freak. We'll do that the day of, otherwise the effect will be lost. I'll send you a note about when to meet, all right? Now go find my brother and make good with him, ok? And tell him to shave and comb that bird's nest of his, will you? Jamie and I can only do so much to uphold Potter family beauty."
He grinned at her. "I trust you. I'm worried about my sanity for doing so, but I trust you. Now, I'm going to go attempt to work things out with that complete arse that I seem to have fallen in love with. And Lily, you may be pretty, for a girl, but Al is the true beauty in the Potter family." Feeling loads better, he gave her a cheeky grin and stood up, ready to face Albus. He marched up the stairs and knocked on the door to Al's room.
Lily looked after him and shook her head. Boys were mental. Girls got the bad rap, but honest to God, these two were something else. She picked up her bag and left the dorm, hoping that maybe she could make it to class without being hijacked by any more emo boys...god help Jamie if he had a problem today 'cause he was shit out of luck if he did. Her psychiatric booth was closed for business.
Albus was laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. The salt had dried on his skin and felt itchy, and he rubbed futilely at it with his hand. The knock surprised him, but he managed to say "Come in."
Opening the door slowly, as if he expected a hex to come flying at him at any moment. "Al? It's Scorpius. I want to talk to you for a second, okay? I want to apologize for my behavior last night. Can we talk about it?"
Al turned his head towards the open door and saw Scorpius hovering there. "If you want to." He managed to sit up, having ditched his robes and now only wearing his favorite tank top, a dark green one that turned his eyes forest green, and gym pants. He used his palm to wipe the last trickles off his face; he couldn't hide that he'd cried and was honestly too tired to even try. "Come all the way in then."
When he saw that Al had been crying, Scorpius nearly flew to his side. "Al, I'm so sorry! When Sam knocked on the door, I just didn't want him to know what we were doing because it's nobody's business but our own, okay? I'm not sorry about what we did and I'm not embarrassed about it. It's just... Private. I shouldn't have gone off like that without talking to you. But I just didn't want everyone knowing our business. You're my best mate, and nothing is going to change that, ever. You know that right?" He held out his hand for Al to shake. "Forgive me?"
"You're not...disgusted by me?" Al chose his words carefully. "Because I was sure when you left so fast that you were. I'm...I'm sorry if I overstepped my bounds. I don't know what made me do that." He, unlike Scorpius, was an excellent liar. It was the one thing besides green eyes and basic DNA that he and Lily had in common; they both could have lied under Veritaserum if necessary. Years of lying to and evading their mother had honed their deception skills to a enviable level. He ABSOLUTELY knew what had made him do that - and what's more, that he would do it again if given the chance.
"No!" Scorpius didn't want Al to be sorry about what he'd done in the slightest. "I am definitely not disgusted. And don't be sorry about what happened... at the end. I... I liked it." He desperately wanted to tell Al how hot and sexy and fabulous it had been, but Al still had that haunted look in his eyes and Scorpius wanted to make sure that their friendship was still intact before he pushed anything further. "Do you believe me? Please say that we're still friends, Al. I couldn't bear it otherwise."
Al looked at Scorpius and sighed...partly in relief and partly because he looked so damn good. Unlike himself at the moment. Then he nodded. "All right. I just couldn't stand the thought that I might have pushed you too far...and that you might hate me now." His voice was small. "Cause losing you would be the worst thing in the world to me." He scrubbed at the salt tracks again. "Obviously, I got a little emotional at the thought."
"I don't blame you at all! I would have done things differently if I'd realized." He patted Al's leg in a comforting fashion, but all he could feel were the taut muscles and it sent a shiver through him. He grinned conspiratorially. "If you promise not to make fun of me... Well... One reason I didn't come back to talk to you after I left last night was because I was so worked up, I had to wank again."
Al had to smile at that. "Were you?" He tilted his head a little and nibbled his bottom lip. "It was really...intense, wasn't it?" He had to work at not saying something he shouldn't. I've never done anything like that before - and I wouldn't have done it with anyone else but you. But watching someone else do to themselves what I do to myself?" He swallowed. "It was pretty amazing to see."
Scorpius grinned, finally feeling that everything was good between them again. "It was! And yeah, it's not something that I would do with just anyone, either, you know. Like I said, you're my best mate, Al. You're... Special." He gulped a bit, unsure at how to say what he was thinking. He looked at Al's face, finally looking animated again, and decided to start slowly. "Maybe sometime, we could do it again? I mean... If you wanted to." .
"Yeah...we could. I'd like to." Al could feel his cheeks heating up. He DID want to, so badly, but they had just gotten past the hurdles that came from doing it the first time. He would wait, as much as he hated to.
The important thing was that things were ok between them again.
-------- A week later ------
Gryffindor had gone down in flames.
The battle had been hard fought, and James was a worthy adversary, but in the end, Al had prevailed, being able to get past Jamie one last time, making the last goal as the Slytherin Seeker grabbed the Snitch and ended the game.
The changing rooms were rowdy, and Albus, as always, was in the thick of things. The celebration was planned for that night, but there were still hours to go before the party and Al had too much energy and nothing to do with it.
Well...not exactly NOTHING. He had a definite thought about what he'd like to do with it, and who he'd like to do it with. Someone he'd seen in the stands wearing Slytherin green instead of his own House colors, and cheering him on, even though said person could give a shit less about Quidditch, or any other sport for that matter. Someone who was so gorgeous, he took Al's breath away.
He caught up with said person in the Great Hall during lunch and sat down next to him, leaning close to whisper. "Hey...do you want to...you know...again? With me?"
Scorpius's breath caught. He'd been hoping for this moment all week. He didn't want to be the one to suggest it, though, after what had happened before. So he'd settled for wanking every night (and sometimes in the morning as well) thinking of the last time and waiting for Al to bring it up again. Trying desperately to retain some semblance of control, he nodded. "Yeah. I do." He looked around the crowded Great Hall. "Everyone's busy eating. I bet the dorms are all deserted. Should we go to your room or mine?" He was aware that that sounded uncomfortably like a pick-up line, but he hoped Al wouldn't take it the wrong way.
He was determined, no matter what happened, to let Al remain in control. He didn't want to risk spooking him again. His outfit for the Yule Ball had arrived earlier in the week, and he'd met up with Lily to try it on. She'd admitted that he looked incredible in it, and when he'd looked at himself in the mirror, he'd hardly believed it. And Lily had assured him that on the night of the Ball, when she did his hair and make-up, he'd look even better. After seeing the outfit she'd gotten for him, he trusted her implicitly. So nothing could happen that would ruin his plans for the Ball. He had to be careful around Al. He got up from the table and gestured for Al to lead the way.
Al was practically bouncing; winning had that effect on him. It made him feel indestructible...and extremely horny. He routinely wanked in the showers after a game, just so he could manage the rest of his day. He didn't feel weird about it - lots of the other guys did too. And some of them were very vocal about it. Al, at least, kept it down to a dull roar. "Excellent," replied Al, looking around. "Let's go to yours this time, ok? Less goons to bust in that way."
Al had also tried on his Yule outfit and been almost dumbstruck at how he looked. He looked sexy, and even Lily had been impressed. She assured him that after she was done with him the day of, that men would be drooling on themselves and women would need to change their panties. He had snorted at that; there was only one man he wanted to have drool over him. And she was sure that Scorpius WOULD. So all in all, he was feeling pretty damn good about life. He stood up and waited for Scorpius to lead the way.
As he could have predicted, there was no one in the Ravenclaw dormitory. "Undoubtedly at the library if they're not at lunch," he explained with a grin. He was positively giddy at the thought of what was to come. He knew how Al got after a game - all energetic and riled up - and the thought of watching him get off while he was already excited and happy was making Scorpius rapidly hard. That and having just watched Al fly for a couple of hours. The way his strong legs gripped the broom, and the way the muscles in his chest and back rippled when he turned... It was enough for Scorpius to wank to already.
"So..." he began, trying not to put any pressure on Al. "Should we... get undressed first?" Scorpius desperately wanted to see Al shirtless this time. He had before, but it had been a few years ago, before Al developed all of those lovely muscles. He wished, not for the first time, that they were in the same house so that he'd be able to watch Al get changed every day. He fingered the hem of his jumper, waiting for Al's response.
Al grinned. "Yeah...lets. All clothes off this time, all right?" Without waiting for an answer, Al began to strip, and was naked a moment later...and already hard, just from the adrenaline and the prospect of seeing Scorpius' face when he came again...it had been the most stunning thing he'd ever seen, and in his dreams, Scorpius came every night, all over him, moaning his name.
Since it was Scorp's room, Al took the foot of the bed this time, resting his back against the cool dark wood and spreading his legs, knees bent in his favorite position. His color was high, his eyes already deep with arousal and his hair rested on his shoulders, still damp from his shower. He took a deep breath and waited for Scorp.
Scorpius realized belatedly that his mouth was hanging open, reminiscent of some sort of fish, and he snapped his jaws closed with an audible click. Imagining Al naked was one thing and seeing Al mostly naked was another. But seeing him completely naked was a revelation. He almost came on the spot. Eager to join Al on the bed, he practically tore his clothing off, worried that compared to Al's big, muscular, tanned body, he would seem pale and scrawny.
He was so eager, though, that the worries didn't stop him. He stripped off and climbed up, facing Al. He took the elastic out of his hair once again, and looped it around his wrist, shaking his head slightly to settle more comfortably against the headboard. Once he was comfortable, he let his eyes roam over Al's body, loving every single inch of him, from his tousled hair to his rather large feet. He remembered some sort of comparison having to do with cock size and shoe size, and looking between Al's legs, he thought it must be true. He couldn't help licking his lips at the memory of Al's finger in his mouth, and he fervently hoped something equally exciting would happen this time.
For his part, Al's eyes were roaming over all of Scorpius' body; he was so pale compared to him, but milky, almost like cream, the thick, rich kind...as though if you touched his skin, it would ripple outwards, then settle back in; Al wanted to lick him to see if he tasted as good as he looked. And where he was heavy with muscles, Scorpius was sinewy, a long line of unbroken perfection. Everything about Scorpius' body seemed perfectly carved out, perfectly planned. Even his body hair was the same pale, silvery blond as the hair on his head. Al licked his lips as he drank in every ounce of that sweet flesh.
And his cock...even that was pale, with just the flush of blood giving it color at all. Like everything else on Scorpius' body, it looked like it had been made with the most loving care. Compared to Scorp, Al felt large and clumsy, but he didn't care about himself....only about what lay in front of him.
Since he'd had a week for tension to build, Scorpius wasn't interested in taking his time or being coy. He wanted to get down to business. He wrapped his hand around his cock and started a leisurely wank. He watched Al as he did it, his eyes lingering on all the places that he most wanted to touch. To lick. Al's biceps. His perfect abs. His heavy thighs. The trail of dark hair that lead from his navel downwards. His balls. His cock. His ass. Scorpius wanted to explore every single molecule that was Albus Potter with his hands and his lips and his tongue.
His hand had begun to move faster as his thoughts got progressively dirtier. He reached down past his balls and touched himself in the spot that he'd seen Albus touch the last time. Something he'd been doing each time he wanked since that first time. He pressed his head back against the headboard, enjoying the way his hair tickled his bare shoulders. Al was biting his lip a little and Scorpius wanted so badly to kiss him and suck that full lower lip into his own mouth. A small moan escaped his lips.
Al was watching him with what could only be termed hunger. He was aroused, true, but watching Scorp was something he was sure he could do forever and not ever get tired of. He wanted to trail his fingers down that white neck and suck on the pulse point that he swear he could see moving as the other boy pleasured himself. He wanted to crawl between Scorpius' legs and slide his knees under Scorpius' thighs and lick his balls, then trail his tongue back to that tight hole and fuck him with his tongue. He closed his eyes and exhaled, a low purring sound emerging as he thought about the things he would do to Scorpius someday. Because he would be his, Al's, one way or the other.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and began to slide it up and down, his touch less gentle than before; and this time, not satisfied with just stroking that sensitive area behind his balls, he sucked on one finger, and tilting his hips up, slid it into himself and rocked on it.
Scorpius gaped. It was something he'd done before himself (usually while he was fantasizing about Al fucking him), but to know Al did the same thing... "Oh, gods..." he whispered. The picture in front of him was so beautiful that it was painful. Scorpius wanted to snatch Al's hand away and replace Al's finger with his own. Or better yet, have Al finger him. Summoning his courage, he figured that if Al could be that free in front of him, he could do the same thing. He repeated Al's action, licking his finger to wet it and ran it around his hole, pressing lightly, teasing himself with the pressure. He gasped when he breached himself, imagining that it was something much larger than his own finger.
"Oh, gods..." he whispered again, stroking his cock faster this time. He wanted to touch Al so badly. He slid his foot forward a bit on the bed until his toes were touching Al's. It was subtle enough that he could play it off as an accidental brush if Al recoiled, but he needed to connect to Al somehow. Shivers wracked his body when his bare foot touched Al's. He desperately wanted to touch him more, but he was still so frightened of scaring Albus off. He moaned again and added another finger.
Al licked his lips and gave Scorpius a decided smirk. "Feel good?" he whispered. "It does, doesn't it? But it makes you want more...makes you want to be stretched as far as you can go, as much as you can take." Slowly, he stroked his toes along Scorpius' foot, watching him while he added another finger as well, then a third one. When he hit his own prostate, he bit down on his lip hard and gasped, clenching around his fingers, pushing down on them until they couldn't go any further. "You asked me who I thought about last time....now you tell me who you think of when you fuck yourself on your own fingers...who do you want in there, Scorp? Tell me."
He was playing a dangerous game, and he knew it; but he wanted to know who made Scorpius' icy eyes glaze like that, who made him pant...for his part, Al knew what he wanted, it was mere inches from him, starting to breathe more heavily with every passing moment.
Scorpius couldn't breathe. Everything was too hot and too bright and all he could see was Al's fingers disappearing into his ass, and Al's cock, hard and thick and perfect. Albus's words washed over him, and the seductive tone in his voice was so beautiful. He'd heard Al say millions, if not billions, of words during the course of their friendship, but he had never heard Al use that particular tone of voice. It was so caressing and so buttery that Scorpius groaned out loud. He pushed his own fingers in deeper and panted.
He'd resolved to let Al take control of their encounter and he didn't know what his admission would bring, but there was no way that he was going to lie. He loved Al. More than anything, and he couldn't lie to him. Not here, when they were both baring themselves and their souls to each other. "You. I think about you fucking me. Always you."
Time stopped...him.
Scorpius wanted...him. Always him. Just like he wanted Scorpius.
He swallowed, his throat dry, and then pulled his fingers out of himself and got on his knees to move the bare inches between them, nudging Scorpius' legs further apart and crawling between them. He kneeled there, reaching out to slide one hand around the back of Scorpius' neck and press his forehead against the other boy's and then reached down and grabbed Scorpius' wrist, pulling his fingers out. "That's my job," he whispered before sliding his own fingers into Scorpius' entrance and kissing him so hard that the headboard banged against the wall.
All in the span of a few seconds, Al's tongue was in his mouth and Al's fingers were in his ass, and Scorpius was in heaven. It was so, so much better than anything he could have imagined. He'd thought so very many times about what this moment would be like, and in his wildest fantasies, nothing could compare. He opened his mouth wider. And his legs wider. He gave himself completely to Al, wantonly. He gave in to temptation and wound his arms around Al, caressing his strong, broad back and shoulders and trailing his hands down over Al's arms.
Al kissed more amazingly than Scorpius could have thought possible, especially since he was almost a hundred percent sure that Al had never kissed anyone before. Scorpius certainly hadn't. But their mouths seemed to know what to do. The feeling of Al's hand on his neck, tangling in his hair, was sensual and sent shivers down his spine. He moaned into Al's mouth, but then pulled back a bit. "Lube," he whispered. "We need lube. Now. Because I need you inside of me."
Al groaned, then licked his bottom lip and pulled back a little, sliding his hand out of Scorpius reluctantly. "Accio conditioner!" It was the closest thing he could think of and was slippery. The bottle smacked into his hand and he flipped open the top. He didn't want to take his hands out of Scorpius' hair, but was forced to, at least momentarily, in order to slick his fingers and cock. He tossed the bottle aside and kissed Scorpius again while his fingers returned to their previous spot, however briefly.
He tugged Scorpius so that he was lying flat and raised his legs so that they draped over his shoulder...finally, all that porn was coming in handy.
Being underneath Al as Al prepared to fuck him was the single most important moment in Scorpius's life to date. His cock was harder than it had ever been. His balls hurt. His head was swimming with anticipation. The slippery conditioner was making everything feel easy and Al's lips made him forget to be nervous. He had the fleeting though that he was about to lose his virginity, but that seemed less significant than he'd thought it would. All he cared about was being under Al. Looking at those strong arms surrounding him and feeling every precious inch where their bodies touched. When Al broke off the kiss to take a breath, Scorpius looked deeply into his eyes.
"I'm ready. Do it. Fuck me. Please, Al? I can't wait any more. I need you."
Al was sure that nothing else would ever equal these moments...being told Scorpius wanted him, needed him...and he felt the same. But he had to add one more thing, the one thing he would have said even had he never had this chance. He bent down so he could whisper in his ear. "I love you...I'm IN love with you."
He grasped himself and guided his cock to Scorpius's entrance. "If I hurt you, make me stop." He closed his eyes briefly and then pushed into Scorpius, pausing once he was past the ring of muscle. His free hand moved back up to stroke the damp hair off Scorpius's forehead as he brushed a soft kiss against that white skin.
Scorpius wasn't sure what was a more exquisite sensation - Al's cock entering him, stretching him, filling him, or hearing Al say those words to him. "Oh, gods... Al! Al!" Scorpius struggled to draw enough breath to say what he wanted to say back. "I love you, too. I'm in love with you. I have been... It feels like forever. I've wanted this for so long... Oh, please! Fuck me!" He wanted to say more. Something eloquent about hearts and flowers and undying devotion, but the only sounds he could make just then were incoherent grunts.
Al's cock was so much bigger than fingers, but it didn't hurt. On the contrary, it felt like exactly what he'd been missing his whole life. Exactly what he'd been needing. "Doesn't hurt," he panted. "Feels fucking perfect." He hooked his legs more tightly over Al's shoulders so that he could lift his hips up to meet Al as he began to gently thrust. He tangled both hands into Al's unruly hair and pulled his mouth down for another kiss. If he died at the very moment, it would be enough.
That was all he needed to hear and Al pushed the rest of the way into Scorpius and gasped as wet tight heat surrounded him; he moaned. "God, Scorp, you feel like I knew you would," he whispered in awe. "Just like I dreamed, being in you. And I've loved you since the day I met you." He began to thrust, as instinct took over and sensation rushed through him and he wrapped his fingers into silky blond hair and pulled Scorpius' head back so he could suck on his neck, his hips and legs rocking against Scorpius'.
The feeling of Al's mouth on his neck, and Al's cock in his ass, were too much for Scorpius to stand. He cried out, "Oh, gods, Al! I'm not going to be able to last!" It was true. As much as he wanted this to go on forever, he could already feel his body rushing towards orgasm. As Al had slid all the way inside, his cock had begun touching that spot inside Scorpius that made him see fireworks. There was nothing that could hold him back now; he was too far gone. "Please, please, please," he whispered, chant-like, although he had no idea what he was asking for.
"I'm so close Al, please!"
"Me too, love," he panted, and changed his angle just slightly, and knew he had hit that spot when Scorpius nearly came off the bed. Al's own orgasm was cresting and just as he thrust for the last time, he came, filling Scorpius with hot bitter seed, and yelling out his name.
When Al pressed against that place inside him, Scorpius bucked wildly, shouting something wholly nonsensical. He felt Al start to spill inside of him, and it was the tipping point that sent him to join Albus, hot wetness coating both of their stomachs where they were pressed together. Al's arms shook slightly and he lowered himself onto Scorpius, who welcomed the pressure and the weight. He cradled Al's head, carding his fingers through his hair over and over again, murmuring almost to himself. When he could form words again he whispered, close to Al's ear, "I love you so much."
Al's breath was coming in short huffs from the exertion and also from the exploding emotions inside him. He lay on Scorpius' chest, feeling his hands in his hair and hearing the rapid thumping of the other boy's heart.
Scorpius was telling him that he loved him...loved HIM, Albus. He listened to the words and couldn't believe they could be true; how could he love him when all this time Al had been sure that his own love was unrequited and that he would have to go to extreme lengths to even get his attention...and Scorp already loved him.
It was almost too much for him to comprehend, so he lay there and heard the whispered words and just tried to breathe.
Scorpius cradled Albus to his chest, petting his sweaty hair. Al's breath was tickling his neck, but it felt nice. Wonderful, even. He was in love. And Albus was in love. They were in love. The thought hit him with force and he actually laughed out loud with the sheer joy of it. He was in love with someone who loved him back. And the icing on the cake was that he'd just lost his virginity, an idea that still boggled his mind. His ass was a bit sore, but not unpleasant really. More like a reminder of what he'd just done. He hoped they'd do it again, and soon! He chuckled again. He felt giddy, like the time he'd sampled some cheering potion by mistake. He stroked Al's broad, muscular back, and kissed his head.
Al had to chuckle himself when Scorpius laughed; with the same odd mental connection they'd shared for years, he understood why and what he was laughing at. He turned his head and rested his cheek on Scorpius' chest and nuzzled him. "Amazing huh?" he said quietly, content to be petted. "That we finally figured it out...'course I knew you were a total bottom all this time," he teased, having known no such thing. "And your bottom, by the way, is fucking sweet; being in there was one of the greatest things I've ever felt."
He was too happy and sated to even blush. "Yeah, I knew it, too." At Al's curious look, he clarified, "I used to..." He shook his head. "I guess it's pointless to be embarrassed in front of you after what we just did, right? Anyway, I used to wank thinking of you fucking me. Like... Every day."
Al raised his head and gave him an intimate smile. "And I wanked over you doing everything to me. Top, bottom, fucking sideways in one dream. THAT was interesting. And then I woke up all sore and wondered what the fuck I'd done to myself in the night. Probably better I never know." He gently stroked his finger along Scorpius' cheekbones, over his pale brows, just touching all the places he'd thought about but despaired of ever being ABLE to touch. "But most of all, I just dreamed about being with you," he said quietly. "I dreamt of hearing you tell me you loved me, that you wanted me, wanted to be with me...even though I am a big dumb jock and you're a brilliant smarty."
Scorpius grinned at him. "You think I didn't worry about the same thing? I may be smart, but I'm pale and scrawny and dorky... You're big and strong and gorgeous and athletic and your body is to die for!" He ran his hands over Al's back and shoulders. "Plus, you're funny, outgoing, popular... Do I even need to go on? I never thought you'd look twice at someone like me. Without you, I'd sit in the library all day. Face it. I'm a boring little swot."
Albus was still touching him gently. "You're beautiful," he said simply. "I just want to touch all of you because I've never seen anything so perfect; every part of you. You look like you might break if I grabbed you too hard, but I know you won't. It's like velvet over steel. And you are not dorky!" He paused, then smirked. "Ok, a little dorky. But so am I."
He reluctantly slid out of Scorpius, rolling over so he was on his side. "You really think all that of me?"
He grinned at Albus. "Of course! I've always thought you were the hottest guy I'd ever seen. And trust me, now that I've seen you without clothes... I'm SURE I'll never see a hotter guy than you." He grabbed Al's hand and laced their fingers together. "So. Um. Would you say that we're... boyfriends now?"
"Is that what you want?" Al, too, had been thinking about this...well, as much as he COULD think between fucking Scorpius into the mattress and basking in post-coital glowage. "Because I'm good with that if that's what you want to be. And, uh, I guess if you just wanted to, you know, keep your options open, then, well..." He trailed off.
Scorpius almost laughed again. How could someone who looked like Albus think that anyone would want to keep their options open? "No, you git! I just didn't know if you'd think it was lame or whatever to call ourselves that. But I definitely want to. Badly. And, Al? If we're going to be a couple... Do you think you'd like to go to the Yule Ball with me? As my date?"
Al's grin threatened to split his face in half - which would have been an interesting theoretical problem for his cousin Rose to tackle. "I don't think its lame," he admitted, blushing at the same time. "I think its fantastic...and yeah, I'd love to go to the ball with you. Absolutely love it."
To reaffirm his point, he leaned over and kissed his new boyfriend, gently at first, then more firmly, sliding his hand along Scorpius' jaw and devouring his mouth as his arousal began to stir again. Hell, it had never really settled down, and in the back of his mind, he doubted that it ever would. This was HIS Scorp, his beautiful boy, who wanted to be with HIM. Wanted to be his boyfriend. The thought only stoked his desire and he felt himself growing hard again as they kissed.
Scorpius could feel Al's erection against his leg and he wiggled against it. "Good," he murmured against Al's lips as they kissed. He wondered if Albus wanted to have sex again already. Was that even possible? Grinning, he decided he didn't care if it was the done thing or not. He'd been waiting too long for this and he was going to get as much out of it as he could. He thought of the other part of his fantasy, and he suddenly had an idea. "Hey, Al?" He reached down and rubbed Al's cock. "Do you think maybe I could give you a blowjob?"
Al's eyes widened and he bit his lip. "You want to?" Scorpius' hand on his cock felt amazing and he could feel the blood pulsing and flushing him full. "I ...gods, yes, yes, you can...that would be fantastic!"
Almost as much as he wanted to feel what it was like to get sucked off, he wanted to SEE Scorpius licking and nibbling and sucking his cock -the image had played a huge part in his fantasies for a very long time and he didn't want to miss a thing.
He grinned at Al again. He felt like he couldn't stop grinning. He'd never been so giddy before. This day was like every Christmas morning ever all rolled into one. He snatched his wand up and performed a couple of quick cleaning charms. "Sit like I was, Al. Up against the headboard, okay?" He waited for Albus to get in position, and then he knelt in between Al's legs. He ran his hands nervously up and down Al's thighs. "Have I told you yet how sexy your legs are? They're so strong and powerful, and every time I watched you grip a broomstick, I got hard."
Without waiting for a response, he scooted backwards to lie between Al's legs, his face hovering above Al's crotch. He started by licking and nuzzling Al's inner thighs, nipping at the muscles that he loved so much. He'd forgotten his elastic, so his hair hung down like a silvery curtain, and he impatiently flipped it over one shoulder. Scorpius carefully licked the length of Al's cock with the tip of his tongue. The skin was so velvety and it was so impossibly hard. He shivered and leaned closer, holding the base with one hand. Realizing that this was not the time to be shy, he opened wide and sucked the entire length into his mouth, pursing his lips around it and sucking firmly.
Al watched him in stunned astonishment; he honestly didn't think he had ever, ever been this hard - but then again, he'd thought that a few minutes ago too. Scorp's mouth wrapped around his cock felt beyond amazing and he had to grip the sheets next to him to keep from wriggling in sheer pleasure. He reached down and with one hand, gathered Scorpius' hair into a tail and held it behind his shoulders, which a)allowed him to see all of Scorpius's face B) let him touch that silvery mass and c) served as an effective tugging mechanism.
The suction, the slickness of the other boy's tongue and the wet heat...Al moaned, his sound ending with a little gasp. "You look so perfect doing that," he whispered. "Like you were made for me."
Scorpius agreed. Al's hand in his hair felt amazing, tugging gently, steering him towards the spots Al liked best. He peeped up at Albus through his eyelashes, deliberately trying to be flirty. He'd seen a bit of a Muggle porno movie once at a particularly wild Slytherin party and, although the person giving the blowjob in the movie was a girl, Scorpius figured he was sort of the girl anyway, so he could employ some of the techniques. He kept his eyes locked on Al as he sucked and licked, trying to show with his eyes how much he was loving the feeling of Al's hard cock sliding in and out of his mouth. He swirled his tongue around and around, trying to make Al do that gaspy moan thing again. He decided that it was his favorite noise ever.
Al would have been much amused if he knew where Scorpius was getting his technique, but he was too far into sensory heaven at the moment to worry about it. The sensation of the hot mouth and soft lips around his cock, the strong suction, the slippery silk of Scorp's hair between his fingers and just the heat rising in him was rendering him incapable of doing much more than letting out the occasional long breath and making small whimpering noises and gasps; he never knew he had so many less-than-manly noises IN him, but fuck, he'd worry about masculinity later. MUCH later.
As much as Scorpius had loved the feeling of Al fucking him, being on top of him and filling him, this was almost - almost - better. He'd never felt quite so powerful before. Each little gasp and moan and sigh that he wrung from Al's lips was like a personal triumph. Plus... Well there was really no other way to say it... He felt kind of slutty. But in a good way. When they'd been having sex, they'd been kissing and whispering and stroking. It had been beautiful. But this was spitty and dirty and rough and Al was tugging his hair and he was drooling on Al's cock and it was... Perfect.
"Fuck, Scorp," Al groaned. "You were fucking born to this..." He was now watching Scorpius from under half-closed eyelids and he could feel his balls tightening as his orgasm approached; he pulled a little more roughly on that tail. "Gonna come...want it all over you. Want to lick it off you..." his breathing was coming in staccato gasps and the moaning gasps were coming much quicker now. "Scorp...I can' stop, gonna..."
Words failed him as he exploded, his body shaking and twitching as he came.
Scorpius choked a bit as Al came in his mouth, but he manfully swallowed. Some got on his cheek and dribbled down his chin, though. Sitting back on his heels and looking up at Al coquettishly, Scorpius licked his lips deliberately. Then he leaned forward and kissed Al deeply, passing the taste from his tongue into Al's mouth. He remembered the first time they'd been together and he sat back a bit and wiped at his chin, catching a few stray drops. He pressed one finger to Al's lips, which were plump and swollen from kissing.
As Scorpius had that first time, Al slid Scorpius' finger into his mouth and sucked his own come off his boyfriend's finger, drawing it out slowly to show just exactly what he could do with his tongue. When he was finished, he leaned forward - still a bit shaky - and licked Scorp's chin and lower lip, then kissed the remaining drops off his cheek. He cupped Scorpius' face in his hands and kissed him again, taking his time and probing Scorp's mouth with his tongue.
Al's actions were so sensual that Scorpius was very, very glad that he was already sitting down. His cock was incredibly hard, and he reached down to stroke it gently as they kissed. Feeling bold, Scorpius grabbed Al's hand and placed it on his cock. "Do you feel what you've done to me?" he whispered against Al's lips. "Having your cock in my mouth made me so hard for you. Tasting you. You're so hot, Al. So hot..." He wrapped his hand around Al's and squeezed, loving the pressure.
Albus looked down and licked his lips at the sight of Scorp's hard-on. He squeezed it gently, feeling the softness and the texture of the skin there, and rubbed his thumb over the slightly leaking and sticky tip and then trailing his fingers down the length of Scorp's cock. He continued working Scorp's cock with his sure fingers, smearing the precome down and over the soft skin, until it was slick. He reached forward with his free hand and wrapped it around Scorpius' neck. "You know what you need to do with that hard, slick cock now, don't you?" His voice was a purr, still a bit raspy from all the sounds he'd made before. "You need to fuck me with it; need to slam me into the mattress until the only thing I can see, feel, hear in the world is you...until the world collapses down to you and I." His eyes were intense. "I want you," he whispered. "I want you in me and I want you to play rough."
By the time Al finished that impassioned little speech, the blood was rushing so loudly in Scorpius's ears that he was afraid he'd mis-heard. "Rough?" He gulped a little, but then a wicked smile spread across his face. "Turn over and lie on your stomach," he requested. Al complied. Smirking, he grabbed his wand and whispered a charm. Ropes shot out and bound Albus spread-eagle on the bed. Al squeaked a bit, but didn't protest. Scorpius grabbed the pillow from under Al's head and slid it under his hips, exposing him more fully. Scorpius ran his hands over Al's perfect ass over and over again. It was like it was carved by some sort of master ass artist... Shaking his head at his silliness, Scorpius got back to the task at hand.
Starting at Al's gorgeous broad shoulders, Scorpius licked a stripe down Al's spine until his tongue trailed between Al's ass cheeks. He nipped both cheeks, leaving little red marks that he soothed with his tongue. He spread Al's ass with his hands and the sight made his already straining erection even more impossibly hard. He ran his tongue down and over Al's hole.
"Oh, fuck," Al whispered, trying to move and finding it impossible. Sneaky Claws. "That's just...again, please."
When Scorpius complied, Al moaned, that breathy gaspy sound and tried to arch up to meet that tongue.
The noises that Al was making were the best things Scorpius had ever heard. He got bolder, swirling his tongue around and around the hole, stabbing at it with the tip. It was probably the most arousing thing he'd ever done in his life. Albus was bound, completely at his mercy, and he was writhing and moaning. All from Scorpius's tongue. It was incredible. He inched a finger up and pressed it against Al's hole, still licking around the finger. It slipped inside relatively easily, and the thought of his cock following was almost too much. Scorpius was humping against the bed and he knew he needed to hurry. He returned to stretching Al, first with one finger, and then moving to two.
Al moaned long and loud as Scorpius' tongue invaded him, and when he slipped his fingers in around that slippery hot tongue Al nearly tore the muscles in his shoulder trying to lurch off the bed. "Fuck, Scorp...that feels so incredible and I ..." he wriggled against those fingers, straining to push himself onto those fingers. "But god, I want you to fuck me now. As hard as you can - you can't break me, no matter how hard you try. I want this, and you, too fucking much."
Scorpius's breathing quickened. He was leaking all over the bed and when Al made his plea, Scorpius didn't hesitate. He knelt and leaned over Al's back, kissing his gorgeous shoulders. He wasn't sure when he'd become so fascinated with Albus's back, but seeing it bound, muscles bulging and writhing under that soft, tan skin, was doing crazy things to his brain. He held himself up with one hand, and guided himself with his other hand. It excited him to know that he could lean on Al without hurting him. Albus was just so strong and powerful... Scorpius pushed inside a few inches and nearly swooned at the feeling.
He'd never imagined being in this position, simply because he knew he was the weaker, more delicate one. He just assumed that Al would be fucking him. But this? Al, tied down and at his mercy, it was heady. He pushed the rest of the way in with a groan.
Al half-sighed, half-moaned at the sensation of being breached; he had dreamed of this too many times to count and the feel of Scorpius actually IN him...his cock buried in him, his sweat-damp skin sliding along his...he had to bite down hard on his lip to keep from coming all over the place; as it was, he rubbed against the coverlet, the friction just enough to keep him sane. "Move in me, Scorp...slam me hard. Do whatever you want, I just want all of you that you'll give me."
Hearing Al beg for it. Beg for him. It was too much to bear. He held himself steady and began to slam into Al with force. Scorpius wanted to hear him beg again. Wanted to hear him moan and pant. Wanted to see him writhe. It was intoxicating. Scorpius didn't go easy on him - far from it. They'd already made love once. It was time to get down to business. Scorpius hauled himself more upright, fingers digging into Al's hips, fucking him mindlessly, lost in the sensations.
Al rocked against him as much as he could, bound as he was. "God...yes! Give it to me...fuck, wanted you so long, Scorp...you don't even know what I...how I waited for you...." he was losing his ability to speak, and a moment later, as Scorpius hit his prostate, he whimpered, then let out a long moan as tremors shot up his spine and his entire body shook. "Fuck me...perfect, just like that..."
Scorpius carefully continued aiming at the same angle, loving the sound of Al begging. "Yes! Yes!" he panted. "You feel so... Gods, Al! Waited for you, too... So long!" He knew his usual eloquence was failing him, but he couldn't think any rational thoughts other than, 'I'm fucking Al.' It was too much for him. He fell against Al, pressing his mouth against Al's shoulder and sucking on the skin, hard, his hips continuing their furious pumping. "Can't last... much longer... Want you... to come..."
"Ohhhh...fuck," he groaned. Being told to come, the fact that his Scorpius WANTED him to come, was all it took and he was flooding the coverlet, the sticky wetness spreading up under his bound stomach. He knew Scorp was marking him in more ways than one, and that excited him too. He himself wanted to tattoo his name across Scorpius' back. "Property of Albus Potter."
"Mine," he managed to whisper, before his head dropped down and he exhaled. "Mine."
Scorpius grunted when Al clenched around him, and he came as well, still moving his hips against Al. He realized that he'd drooled a bit on Al's back and he hastily wiped it away. He wanted to free Albus so that they could cuddle, but he needed to catch his breath first. He panted, his chest heaving. Al was breathing hard, too, and he was moving Scorpius gently up and down. "Am I too heavy?" Scorpius whispered. "Should I get off?"
"Thought you just did." Al sighed contentedly and there was a smile in his voice. "Unless you just shot my ass full of chowder or something." He raised his head, which was all he could move. "You can stay there," he whispered. "If you let me go, I'll turn over so I can kiss you senseless."
Scorpius laughed, which made his now-limp cock slide from Al's ass. He groaned at the loss. He rolled off Al so that he could reach his wand. He gave a swish and a flick and the ropes disappeared. He flashed Al a cheeky grin. "I guess you'll have to get on top of me, now, won't you?" He tossed his wand back on the table and opened his arms.
"When did you become such a whore? And why aren't I surprised? And why is it such a huge fucking turn on?" Al laughed too and moved on top of Scorpius, settling down into his arms like he'd been there all his life. In a way, he reflected, he had. He'd wanted Scorp from the second he first saw him, WANTED him in the way he wanted chocolate, a warm bed and frankly, his stuffed rabbit, Mr. Bun. It was a simple want. Only when they had gotten older had he realized that the want was coupled with need, and then lust had entered the picture and Al was lost from then on out.
He looked down at Scorpius and moved his hand to stroke fine white-blond hair off his damp forehead. "I love you," he said simply. "I always have- never stopped for a moment."
Scorpius grinned up at him. "I love you too. And I always have. And I always will. You're a part of me. Even before I understood things like this," He gestured helplessly between the two of them, lying there naked and spent. "You were a part of me." He nuzzled Al's shoulder. "Now, wasn't I promised kisses? You're not getting selfish on me already, are you?"
Al gave him a lazy smirk. "Selfish? Me? No...." He reached up and wrapped his hand around the back of Scorpius' neck and pulled him down to kiss him, slowly licking his bottom lip first until Scorpius opened his mouth to him, and then he sank into the kiss, his tongue probing and mapping Scorp's mouth, a sweet, deep kiss that was full of promise.
Scorpius melted into the kiss, holding Al so tightly that he could feel his fingers digging into Al's back. He moaned a bit when Al twirled their tongues together. He felt slightly clumsy, as he often did around Al, and he pulled back a bit. "Am I a good kisser? I mean, I've never kissed anyone else. I don't want you to think I'm lame."
The corner of Al's mouth quirked up. "You are an excellent kisser, Scorpius Hyperion. And even if you were terrible, I wouldn't care, cause it's YOU. But yes, you are a great kisser and I want more of your kisses, please. Cause I've waited a bloody lifetime for you and I'm not letting you go. Period."
~The End~