Sceasleycest fic: That Saving-People Thing. Scorpius/Louis/Ron
Written for the first sceasleycest prompt challenge. The prompt was this lovely artwork by noeon:
I wrote two different fics for the challenge, since the first one ended up about two times too long. *sigh* I'll post the longer one tonight or tomorrow.
Author: asnowyowl
Title: That Saving-People Thing
Pairing/Threesome: Ron/Louis, Scorpius/Ron/Louis
Summary: Scorpius rushes in to rescue any situation
Warnings: Uncle/Nephew incest, threesome, rimming
Word Count: 993
Notes: Written for the inaugural sceasleycest prompt challenge. Inspired by the wonderful artwork of noeon (though the glove and tat didn't make it into the fic). Beta'd by bk7brokemybrain. Dedicated to remuslives23 who's comment to "this post" made me think about kinking Ron up.
That Saving-People Thing
From the time he was old enough to hide a Harry Potter Chocolate Frog card under his pillow, and a hobbit costume (complete with furry feet) in his closet, Scorpius had a Saving-People Thing.
During his years at Hogwarts, whether he was rescuing Al from some clingy girl, or saving some handsome bloke from a dreadful Saturday night alone, Scorpius always selflessly did whatever was needed.
He was compelled to help.
Today Scorpius was keeping a sharp eye on the Weasley and Potter families like he'd done since he was eleven and declared himself Al's best friend. Barbecues could be dangerous, after all. He glanced at the grill. The fire was well contained. A cursory inspection showed no killer bees hovering about the yard. But Hermione seemed a bit agitated. Scorpius strode over and performed a brief visual exam (she didn't like Scorpius touching her). Physically, she appeared fine. "What's wrong?"
"Ron's been missing for a bit. Hopefully he's not doing anything foolish."
It was certainly in the realm of possibility that Ronald Weasley was doing something foolish. Scorpius told Hermione as much and then left to locate her stray husband.
Several minutes later, after Scorpius had climbed to the top floor of the Burrow, he heard voices: "I am not putting my tongue there. It's disgusting."
That certainly sounded like Ron.
Scorpius listened at the closed door.
"It's not disgusting. Lots of men do it."
That was Louis's voice. Interesting. Scorpius cast a silencing charm on the door and crept into the room.
Man and teenager were lying on a small bed, naked.
"I don't care what other men do. I'm not licking your arsehole," Ron said. "You won't even learn how to kiss properly, yet you expect me to snog your bum?"
"It's called rimming and I want it."
This was something Scorpius could help with. He cleared his throat.
Ron flew off the bed, his impressive cock slapping against his belly. "Scorpius! This isn't what it looks like."
"Oh? So you aren't refusing to rim Louis, and Louis isn't a terrible kisser?"
Ron sat back down heavily.
Louis stretched out on the bed, arching his back, running his fingers lightly over his cock. "He thinks rimming's gross."
"Louis!" Ron hissed.
"Scorp's all right, he won't tell on us. Will you, Scorp?"
"Of course not." Scorpius grinned. He had a brilliant Saving-People Thing idea. He toed off his shoes, pulled off his shirt, and pushed his shorts and pants to the floor.
"What are you doing?" Ron seemed to be talking to Scorpius's prick, since his gaze never rose above it.
"Fixing your problems." Scorpius strode to the bed, indicated both men should make room (Ron jumped up, Louis budged over), and lay down on the brown duvet. "Louis, you'll practice kissing me." He looked at Ron. "How is he with nipple play?"
Ron's hesitated a moment, then said, "He pinches."
"I like to be pinched." Louis said.
"Well, I don't."
"We'll work on nipple play and kissing, then, Louis," Scorpius said. "Ron, you'll learn to rim. Cast cleaning and sanitizing charms on my arse."
Ron glared at Louis. "You never told me to do that. That changes things." He pointed his wand at Scorpius's bum and incanted some rather aggressive spells.
Scorpius gasped. He'd have to send Ron a list of more acceptable magic. But for now, he lifted his knees to his chest, exposing his hole, and nodded.
Ron took a deep breath and settled between Scorpius's legs. He leaned down and sniffed, then shrugged and poked his tongue out, flicking it over Scorpius's pucker.
Scorpius sighed happily. "Start with long swipes. As for you, Louis, show me how you kiss."
Louis tucked his long hair behind his ears and lunged forward, leading with his tongue, stabbing it into Scorpius's mouth.
Scorpius pushed Louis away, gagging. "That was horrendous! Where'd you learn to kiss?"
"Hugo."
Ron, who had been doing quite well with the swiping, choked.
"I'll work with Hugo tomorrow," Scorpius promised. "Keep licking, Ron. Louis, start by pressing your lips lightly to mine."
Both men did as they were told.
As minutes ticked away and Scorpius's cock got hard and aching from the rimming, kissing, and nipple caressing, Scorpius quit instructing and let the two men carry on practicing. Ron was stabbing his tongue deeply into Scorpius's hole, wriggling it for maximum effect. Louis was kissing with passion, but no excess spit.
Scorpius moaned and tried to press down further onto Ron's tongue. He really needed to come, and soon, but such were the sacrifices one made when they set out to save people.
"Ron… ngghhh… when you rim someone, it's always a good… oh, Merlin!… good idea to pull their cock."
One of Ron's large hands circled Scorpius's prick and began pulling in fast, hard strokes. No need for any teaching on that score.
Scorpius gasped into Louis's mouth as his balls tightened, and then keened as his orgasm overtook him.
When Scorpius had caught his breath, he looked at Ron and Louis. They were both watching him expectantly. "Good job, both of you."
Ron grasped his own cock and shifted closer to Scorpius's hole.
Louis crawled up the bed until his prick was brushing Scorpius's face.
This was not part of the deal. Scorpius was only here to help with their problems! He slid off the bed just as a door banged somewhere in the Burrow. "Oh, Hermione's looking for you, Ron."
Ron jumped up and tore though the room, locating his clothes and throwing them on, though Scorpius thought he might have grabbed the wrong pants.
When Ron had bolted from the room, Louis reached for Scorpius, but Scorpius stepped away.
As he pulled on his clothes, Scorpius said, "Remember what I taught you, and you'll do well."
Louis whined.
Scorpius nodded as he stepped from the room. His work here was done. Yes, Scorpius had a Saving-People Thing. He was just that selfless.
end
I wrote two different fics for the challenge, since the first one ended up about two times too long. *sigh* I'll post the longer one tonight or tomorrow.
Author: asnowyowl
Title: That Saving-People Thing
Pairing/Threesome: Ron/Louis, Scorpius/Ron/Louis
Summary: Scorpius rushes in to rescue any situation
Warnings: Uncle/Nephew incest, threesome, rimming
Word Count: 993
Notes: Written for the inaugural sceasleycest prompt challenge. Inspired by the wonderful artwork of noeon (though the glove and tat didn't make it into the fic). Beta'd by bk7brokemybrain. Dedicated to remuslives23 who's comment to "this post" made me think about kinking Ron up.
That Saving-People Thing
From the time he was old enough to hide a Harry Potter Chocolate Frog card under his pillow, and a hobbit costume (complete with furry feet) in his closet, Scorpius had a Saving-People Thing.
During his years at Hogwarts, whether he was rescuing Al from some clingy girl, or saving some handsome bloke from a dreadful Saturday night alone, Scorpius always selflessly did whatever was needed.
He was compelled to help.
Today Scorpius was keeping a sharp eye on the Weasley and Potter families like he'd done since he was eleven and declared himself Al's best friend. Barbecues could be dangerous, after all. He glanced at the grill. The fire was well contained. A cursory inspection showed no killer bees hovering about the yard. But Hermione seemed a bit agitated. Scorpius strode over and performed a brief visual exam (she didn't like Scorpius touching her). Physically, she appeared fine. "What's wrong?"
"Ron's been missing for a bit. Hopefully he's not doing anything foolish."
It was certainly in the realm of possibility that Ronald Weasley was doing something foolish. Scorpius told Hermione as much and then left to locate her stray husband.
Several minutes later, after Scorpius had climbed to the top floor of the Burrow, he heard voices: "I am not putting my tongue there. It's disgusting."
That certainly sounded like Ron.
Scorpius listened at the closed door.
"It's not disgusting. Lots of men do it."
That was Louis's voice. Interesting. Scorpius cast a silencing charm on the door and crept into the room.
Man and teenager were lying on a small bed, naked.
"I don't care what other men do. I'm not licking your arsehole," Ron said. "You won't even learn how to kiss properly, yet you expect me to snog your bum?"
"It's called rimming and I want it."
This was something Scorpius could help with. He cleared his throat.
Ron flew off the bed, his impressive cock slapping against his belly. "Scorpius! This isn't what it looks like."
"Oh? So you aren't refusing to rim Louis, and Louis isn't a terrible kisser?"
Ron sat back down heavily.
Louis stretched out on the bed, arching his back, running his fingers lightly over his cock. "He thinks rimming's gross."
"Louis!" Ron hissed.
"Scorp's all right, he won't tell on us. Will you, Scorp?"
"Of course not." Scorpius grinned. He had a brilliant Saving-People Thing idea. He toed off his shoes, pulled off his shirt, and pushed his shorts and pants to the floor.
"What are you doing?" Ron seemed to be talking to Scorpius's prick, since his gaze never rose above it.
"Fixing your problems." Scorpius strode to the bed, indicated both men should make room (Ron jumped up, Louis budged over), and lay down on the brown duvet. "Louis, you'll practice kissing me." He looked at Ron. "How is he with nipple play?"
Ron's hesitated a moment, then said, "He pinches."
"I like to be pinched." Louis said.
"Well, I don't."
"We'll work on nipple play and kissing, then, Louis," Scorpius said. "Ron, you'll learn to rim. Cast cleaning and sanitizing charms on my arse."
Ron glared at Louis. "You never told me to do that. That changes things." He pointed his wand at Scorpius's bum and incanted some rather aggressive spells.
Scorpius gasped. He'd have to send Ron a list of more acceptable magic. But for now, he lifted his knees to his chest, exposing his hole, and nodded.
Ron took a deep breath and settled between Scorpius's legs. He leaned down and sniffed, then shrugged and poked his tongue out, flicking it over Scorpius's pucker.
Scorpius sighed happily. "Start with long swipes. As for you, Louis, show me how you kiss."
Louis tucked his long hair behind his ears and lunged forward, leading with his tongue, stabbing it into Scorpius's mouth.
Scorpius pushed Louis away, gagging. "That was horrendous! Where'd you learn to kiss?"
"Hugo."
Ron, who had been doing quite well with the swiping, choked.
"I'll work with Hugo tomorrow," Scorpius promised. "Keep licking, Ron. Louis, start by pressing your lips lightly to mine."
Both men did as they were told.
As minutes ticked away and Scorpius's cock got hard and aching from the rimming, kissing, and nipple caressing, Scorpius quit instructing and let the two men carry on practicing. Ron was stabbing his tongue deeply into Scorpius's hole, wriggling it for maximum effect. Louis was kissing with passion, but no excess spit.
Scorpius moaned and tried to press down further onto Ron's tongue. He really needed to come, and soon, but such were the sacrifices one made when they set out to save people.
"Ron… ngghhh… when you rim someone, it's always a good… oh, Merlin!… good idea to pull their cock."
One of Ron's large hands circled Scorpius's prick and began pulling in fast, hard strokes. No need for any teaching on that score.
Scorpius gasped into Louis's mouth as his balls tightened, and then keened as his orgasm overtook him.
When Scorpius had caught his breath, he looked at Ron and Louis. They were both watching him expectantly. "Good job, both of you."
Ron grasped his own cock and shifted closer to Scorpius's hole.
Louis crawled up the bed until his prick was brushing Scorpius's face.
This was not part of the deal. Scorpius was only here to help with their problems! He slid off the bed just as a door banged somewhere in the Burrow. "Oh, Hermione's looking for you, Ron."
Ron jumped up and tore though the room, locating his clothes and throwing them on, though Scorpius thought he might have grabbed the wrong pants.
When Ron had bolted from the room, Louis reached for Scorpius, but Scorpius stepped away.
As he pulled on his clothes, Scorpius said, "Remember what I taught you, and you'll do well."
Louis whined.
Scorpius nodded as he stepped from the room. His work here was done. Yes, Scorpius had a Saving-People Thing. He was just that selfless.
end