Next-gen ficlet for Deathlydragon. James/Louis
Title: Blameless
Author: asnowyowl
Pairing: James/Louis
Summary: None of it is Louis's fault.
Rating/Warnings: NC17/Cousincest - ages 17/15, angsty
Word Count: 1190
Notes: Written for deathlydragon and using the prompt If you wanted honesty from my 7spells "table". And with this one, my first and only table is complete (Yay!). Unbeta'd
Blameless
It wasn't his fault. Not when he was seven and his mother said, "Louis, do not play with James today, he'll only get you into trouble."
She'd been right.
Not able to resist the lure of 'naughty,' Louis had sneaked away from Hugo and Albus to follow James out of the Burrow's garden and into the orchard. They'd picked nearly every unripe apple from the trees, throwing them at each other, howling when they got hit.
Howling louder when they were punished later.
Louis did feel sorry when his Grandmother said there'd be no apple pies that fall. But, really, it wasn't his fault.
***
Louis looked at his father, expecting the same answer his mother would give, but instead his father saluted him with a beer bottle and slurred, "No Weasley man turns down an adventure. Off you go, young knights. To the battle!"
Perhaps his dad was a bit drunk, but Louis wasn't going to miss this opportunity. They'd be in enough trouble when his mum came home from her shopping trip to find they'd visited Uncle Harry's house (James was a horrible influence and they must not go there without her), why not at least enjoy the experience?
"You coming, Al?" James asked.
Al shook his head. "No way. I'm not stupid enough to go on any more of your adventures."
Uncle Harry laughed, which caused him to spill his drink. That made him laugh all the harder and drop his bottle so it rolled off the porch. Finally, through stuttering breaths, he said, "You think Jamie's bad? You should've seen what your Uncle Ron and I got up to when we were kids."
"You were in a war, we're not," Al muttered as he walked away.
Although Al was ten like Louis, sometimes he acted as if he were fifty. Too bad for him if he wanted to miss the fun.
It wasn't Louis's fault, really, when he and James got lost in the woods and weren't found until almost the next morning. Their compass must have been faulty… or hexed.
His mother didn't talk to his father for a month afterward, but that wasn't Louis's fault.
***
First year in Hogwarts and Louis found he would rather spend time with James and his friends, than kids his own age.
"He'll be dead useful," James told his cohorts. Then he gave Louis a one-armed hug.
It wasn't Louis's fault that the physical contact overwhelmed him so much that he'd do almost anything James asked, even crawl into that dumbwaiter to see if it really did lead to Professor Flitwick's private rooms.
It didn't. And the ancient contraption got stuck between floors.
Louis was only a little miffed that it took James several hours to finally tell a teacher where he was.
When Louis was free, James gave him a wink and a smile, and everything seemed worth it.
Anyway, it was James who got in trouble. Everyone knew it wasn't Louis's fault.
***
It had to be the mixture of Werewolf blood and Veela genetics that turned Louis into a hormonal mess in fifth year. So it wasn't his fault when he got erections at odd moments, and that the only time he wasn't thinking about wanking was when he was actually wanking (and then he was thinking about sex with… with… well, that wasn't his fault, either).
Perhaps he shouldn't notice James in that way, because they were cousins, after all, but something about James was magnetic, drew Louis to him.
He wasn't even sure if it meant he was gay, but he was pretty certain he could blame that weird Werewolf/Veela hybrid thing for making him want James so desperately.
It was probably something to do with destined mates, or some such, so definitely not Louis's fault.
***
"I see the way you look at me," James said.
It was the last Friday night before Hogwarts closed for the summer. Louis would go home and come back in the fall, James would travel to Romania to see if Charlie's influence could 'calm him down.' Louis didn't know how to answer James, so he didn't.
James puffed out his chest, lifted his chin. "You're like all the rest of them, wondering what it'd be like to be with James Potter."
Well, yes, but Louis knew he stood way above the rest. They were destined mates, even if James didn't know it yet.
James smirked and grabbed Louis's hand, dragging him into a dark, empty classroom. He crowded Louis against the closed door. "I've got a minute or two. Might as well give you what you want."
Louis could only gape. Of course, dumfounded silence was to be expected when it looked as if your every fantasy was coming true.
James unfastened his trousers and freed what was in them. "Come on, Louis. I don't have all night. You gotta pull yours out if you want to do this."
Louis nodded. With shaky fingers he bared his own cock.
After dousing them both with a liberal amount of lube from a bottle in his pocket, James said, "Wrap one hand around them both. Don't be afraid to press them together. Fuck… yeah… just like that. You can add the other hand if you want."
Louis felt his own cock in his hands, felt James's weight as well, felt James's prick pressed against his. He squeezed harder. Brilliant! Louis gave a few experimental pulls and whined at the sensation. This was so much better than pulling just himself.
James's hands settled on the wall, one on either side of Louis's head, as James began to thrust up into Louis's fists.
Louis kept his hands going even as his own hips stuttered, even as his orgasm rushed toward him, even as he came all over himself (and James's cock). Louis kept his hands moving even when his cock was over-stimulated and begging to be left alone, because James was still thrusting and Louis wouldn't let him down.
A few moments later and James panted and moaned through his orgasm.
It was spectacular. Louis had never felt happier.
James stepped away and cast a cleaning charm over them both. As he tucked himself back into his pants, he grinned. "Perfect," he said.
Louis nodded.
"Now I'll be able to last longer when I fuck Monica Coleman later." He punched Louis's arm as he brushed by to leave the room. "Thanks."
Louis sank down onto the floor, devastated. He felt sorry for himself for about a half hour, until he realized this whole thing was James's fault. If James wasn't such an immature prat, he'd realize how special Louis was and wouldn’t go off to be with Monica Coleman.
He reluctantly realized they hadn't been destined mates after all, but that didn't mean Louis wouldn't find the one he was meant to be with.
In fact, maybe he'd go find Albus. Albus was more mature, more intelligent. The Veela blood singing through Louis's veins loved the idea of being with someone who would appreciate him.
And, honestly, it wasn't Louis's fault that he felt compelled to find his real mate, was it?
end
Author: asnowyowl
Pairing: James/Louis
Summary: None of it is Louis's fault.
Rating/Warnings: NC17/Cousincest - ages 17/15, angsty
Word Count: 1190
Notes: Written for deathlydragon and using the prompt If you wanted honesty from my 7spells "table". And with this one, my first and only table is complete (Yay!). Unbeta'd
Blameless
It wasn't his fault. Not when he was seven and his mother said, "Louis, do not play with James today, he'll only get you into trouble."
She'd been right.
Not able to resist the lure of 'naughty,' Louis had sneaked away from Hugo and Albus to follow James out of the Burrow's garden and into the orchard. They'd picked nearly every unripe apple from the trees, throwing them at each other, howling when they got hit.
Howling louder when they were punished later.
Louis did feel sorry when his Grandmother said there'd be no apple pies that fall. But, really, it wasn't his fault.
***
Louis looked at his father, expecting the same answer his mother would give, but instead his father saluted him with a beer bottle and slurred, "No Weasley man turns down an adventure. Off you go, young knights. To the battle!"
Perhaps his dad was a bit drunk, but Louis wasn't going to miss this opportunity. They'd be in enough trouble when his mum came home from her shopping trip to find they'd visited Uncle Harry's house (James was a horrible influence and they must not go there without her), why not at least enjoy the experience?
"You coming, Al?" James asked.
Al shook his head. "No way. I'm not stupid enough to go on any more of your adventures."
Uncle Harry laughed, which caused him to spill his drink. That made him laugh all the harder and drop his bottle so it rolled off the porch. Finally, through stuttering breaths, he said, "You think Jamie's bad? You should've seen what your Uncle Ron and I got up to when we were kids."
"You were in a war, we're not," Al muttered as he walked away.
Although Al was ten like Louis, sometimes he acted as if he were fifty. Too bad for him if he wanted to miss the fun.
It wasn't Louis's fault, really, when he and James got lost in the woods and weren't found until almost the next morning. Their compass must have been faulty… or hexed.
His mother didn't talk to his father for a month afterward, but that wasn't Louis's fault.
***
First year in Hogwarts and Louis found he would rather spend time with James and his friends, than kids his own age.
"He'll be dead useful," James told his cohorts. Then he gave Louis a one-armed hug.
It wasn't Louis's fault that the physical contact overwhelmed him so much that he'd do almost anything James asked, even crawl into that dumbwaiter to see if it really did lead to Professor Flitwick's private rooms.
It didn't. And the ancient contraption got stuck between floors.
Louis was only a little miffed that it took James several hours to finally tell a teacher where he was.
When Louis was free, James gave him a wink and a smile, and everything seemed worth it.
Anyway, it was James who got in trouble. Everyone knew it wasn't Louis's fault.
***
It had to be the mixture of Werewolf blood and Veela genetics that turned Louis into a hormonal mess in fifth year. So it wasn't his fault when he got erections at odd moments, and that the only time he wasn't thinking about wanking was when he was actually wanking (and then he was thinking about sex with… with… well, that wasn't his fault, either).
Perhaps he shouldn't notice James in that way, because they were cousins, after all, but something about James was magnetic, drew Louis to him.
He wasn't even sure if it meant he was gay, but he was pretty certain he could blame that weird Werewolf/Veela hybrid thing for making him want James so desperately.
It was probably something to do with destined mates, or some such, so definitely not Louis's fault.
***
"I see the way you look at me," James said.
It was the last Friday night before Hogwarts closed for the summer. Louis would go home and come back in the fall, James would travel to Romania to see if Charlie's influence could 'calm him down.' Louis didn't know how to answer James, so he didn't.
James puffed out his chest, lifted his chin. "You're like all the rest of them, wondering what it'd be like to be with James Potter."
Well, yes, but Louis knew he stood way above the rest. They were destined mates, even if James didn't know it yet.
James smirked and grabbed Louis's hand, dragging him into a dark, empty classroom. He crowded Louis against the closed door. "I've got a minute or two. Might as well give you what you want."
Louis could only gape. Of course, dumfounded silence was to be expected when it looked as if your every fantasy was coming true.
James unfastened his trousers and freed what was in them. "Come on, Louis. I don't have all night. You gotta pull yours out if you want to do this."
Louis nodded. With shaky fingers he bared his own cock.
After dousing them both with a liberal amount of lube from a bottle in his pocket, James said, "Wrap one hand around them both. Don't be afraid to press them together. Fuck… yeah… just like that. You can add the other hand if you want."
Louis felt his own cock in his hands, felt James's weight as well, felt James's prick pressed against his. He squeezed harder. Brilliant! Louis gave a few experimental pulls and whined at the sensation. This was so much better than pulling just himself.
James's hands settled on the wall, one on either side of Louis's head, as James began to thrust up into Louis's fists.
Louis kept his hands going even as his own hips stuttered, even as his orgasm rushed toward him, even as he came all over himself (and James's cock). Louis kept his hands moving even when his cock was over-stimulated and begging to be left alone, because James was still thrusting and Louis wouldn't let him down.
A few moments later and James panted and moaned through his orgasm.
It was spectacular. Louis had never felt happier.
James stepped away and cast a cleaning charm over them both. As he tucked himself back into his pants, he grinned. "Perfect," he said.
Louis nodded.
"Now I'll be able to last longer when I fuck Monica Coleman later." He punched Louis's arm as he brushed by to leave the room. "Thanks."
Louis sank down onto the floor, devastated. He felt sorry for himself for about a half hour, until he realized this whole thing was James's fault. If James wasn't such an immature prat, he'd realize how special Louis was and wouldn’t go off to be with Monica Coleman.
He reluctantly realized they hadn't been destined mates after all, but that didn't mean Louis wouldn't find the one he was meant to be with.
In fact, maybe he'd go find Albus. Albus was more mature, more intelligent. The Veela blood singing through Louis's veins loved the idea of being with someone who would appreciate him.
And, honestly, it wasn't Louis's fault that he felt compelled to find his real mate, was it?
end