WiP Chapter 4/10 The Summer Al Tried to Live by asnowyowl
Author: asnowyowl
Title: The Summer Al Began Tried to Live: Chapter 4
Pairing: Albus Severus/Scorpius
Summary: In the summer before college, Al Potter finally begins living, but can he find the courage to show his family who he really is? In this chapter: Al sneaks off to see Corey.
Warnings: A bit steamier
Rating: This chapter: R to be safe
Beta: bk7brokemybrain. Thanks, sweetness!
Word Count: 2903
Notes: George's profession is dedicated to my favorite confectioner, bk7brokemybrain (she even came up with the name of the shop). I didn't even attempt to use texting abbreviations in Al and Corey's text messages - I would have gotten them wrong anyway. Written for week four of the 2009 ass_carnival. I plan on writing in this verse for the full 10 weeks, completing the fic toward the end of August.
Prompts used: Person: George Weasley, Place: A casino, Object one: Deck of Cards, Object two: Poker Chip, Food: Cocktails, Emotion: Greed, Song one: Poker Face by Lady GaGa, Song two: The Gambler by Kenny Rogers, Freeform: Hitting the jackpot
Previous chapters
"Chapter 1"
"Chapter 2"
"Chapter 3"
The Summer Al Began Tried to Live. Chapter 4
Rose and Al's combined graduation party had been going for hours and showed little sign of slowing down. The night was warm. Millions of stars twinkled around a moon that was three-quarters full. Smoke rose from the barbecue pits only to be swallowed by darkness. Propane lamps burned on every table, insects drawn to them, unable to resist the light, falling dead onto the checkered vinyl tablecloths when they were lured too close. A spotlight lit the makeshift dance floor.
Al nearly laughed as he watched James pop a new CD into the player and pull Aunt Audrey out to dance. He did laugh when he recognized the song, Lady Gaga's Poker Face, and saw Uncle Percy dash toward the CD player, presumably finding the song too risqué for his daughters to hear.
Uncle George threw an arm around Al's shoulders and pulled him toward an empty picnic table. "I've got news, but I didn't want to tell you earlier, what with your graduation and then the party. But I think it's all right to talk shop now."
"Sure."
George glanced around and then pressed a beer into Al's hand. "Have a cocktail, but don't let your father see it." George always joked that a cold Utica Club was his cocktail of choice.
"I'm too young to drink." Al tried to hand the beer back to George, but his uncle refused it.
"We're celebrating. One beer won't hurt you."
Al set the beer down onto the bench next to him. "What are we celebrating?"
"I hit the jackpot."
"Oh?"
"There's going to be a big anniversary celebration at the Oneida casino. They've ordered a shitload of cakes and candies from me. They want everything to look like gambling stuff, you know, little cakes in the shape of a deck of cards, caramel dice, poker chip mints, that kind of shit."
"Wow! Congratulations!" Al knew how much an order like this meant to Uncle George. He'd put everything he owned into Weasley's Sugar Shack, and this big an order would mean the difference between paying the mortgage on his house for a few months, or moving his family into the loft over the shop.
"Good thing you're not leaving for college for a couple of months. I'm going to need lots of help getting this together. The party's in six weeks, just before the French Festival, and you know how many orders I have for that."
Al nodded, distracted by the vibration of his cell phone against his hip. He palmed the phone, flipped it open and tried to keep a straight face when he saw who the new text message was from. Congratulations on graduating. How'd it go? Corey. "You know I'll help you all I can," Al said, even as he typed in a reply. It was good. Really hot, though. Thought Rose was going to faint, she had to walk to the front so often to get awards. How was yours? Congratulations. Al
"I think Freddy's old enough to start learning the ropes, too," George said. He nudged the beer bottle closer to Al until the cold glass chilled through his jeans. "One sip's not going to hurt you. Anyway, it'd be rude not to celebrate with your boss."
Al glanced around the yard. His father was just coming out of the back door of their house, a case of soda in his arms. His mother was now the one dancing with James, trying to show him how to line dance to The Gambler by Kenny Rogers. Al grabbed the bottle and wrapped his hand around the metal top, the edges biting into his palm as he tried to unscrew it.
Uncle George grabbed the bottle just as Al's phone vibrated again.
Mine was good. Are you having a party? Al felt a shock of fear as he imagined Corey crashing the party… pulling him out onto the dance floor… kissing him in front of all his relatives. But Corey wouldn’t do that, would he? George pressed the now open bottle back at Al. Al lifted it to his lips and took a small sip. It was horrid, bitter and warm.
"Ha! That's it, Al. Every boy should have a drink on his graduation night."
Al wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and nodded. He put the bottle between his legs and typed, Yeah. A family thing. Been going on for hours. How about you?
"You know, it's rude to text while you're talking to someone."
Al flipped the phone closed. "Sorry, Uncle George. Just a friend of mine."
George smiled and nodded. He stood up, grabbing his empty beer bottle. "S'pose I should find Angelina. We'll show that brother of yours how dancing's really done. You'll be at the store Monday morning, right?"
Al nodded. His phone vibrated, but he waited until George turned away before he flipped it open. My mom took me out for dinner. Now I'm at Vince's party, but… Al's heart thudded as he again imagined Corey showing up on his back lawn. If Uncle Percy thought James's choice of music was shocking, he'd have a cow over Al's choice of date. But what? he typed.
As he waited for the next text, Al tried to force himself to calm down. He watched the crowd, pretty much all family, all his mother's family except Grandma Potter, who appeared to be arguing with Grandma Weasley. It was anyone's guess who'd win a fight between the two.
Al didn't realize how hard he was gripping his phone until it vibrated and he could barely unclench his fingers to open it. But… I was hoping you could sneak away for a few minutes. Is there anywhere near you where we could meet? I can't stop thinking about kissing you.
Al's stomach swooped. He couldn't stop thinking about kissing Corey, either. Between that one kiss they'd shared and his looming graduation, Al had barely slept the night before. Could he really sneak away from the party? Would anyone notice? When he thought about Corey driving over to see him, spending even a few minutes together, Al knew this was something he had to do. There was no way he'd tell Corey no. He was eighteen, after all, if he wanted to leave his party for a few minutes, he would. He cast about trying to come up with the perfect meeting place. Finally, he gave Corey directions for a spot just through the woods. Corey could park on the old gravel road and Al could make it there easily enough on foot. Just before he pushed send, Al typed, I really want to kiss you again, and then sent it before he could change his mind.
Slipping the phone into his pocket, Al stood. He had to tell Rose and he had to get a flashlight from the house. Before he could move, however, Rose swooped in on him, nearly knocking him back onto the bench with her momentum. She giggled, covering her mouth and glancing from side to side. Finally, she whispered, "I just got a call from Vince. He's coming with Corey and he wants me to come with you. What's the plan?"
Al felt a moment of irritation. He wanted Corey to himself, but how could he refuse Rose her happiness? "I'll grab a flashlight. We'll walk through the woods."
Rose cringed, crinkling her nose. "Have you been drinking?"
"It was Uncle George. He forced it on me." Al waved toward the beer bottle that was still sitting on the bench. "I only had one sip." Al wasn't sure why he felt the need to defend himself. It wasn't as if Rose would tell anyone.
Rose glanced at the beer bottle. Her hand shot out and she snagged it, bringing it to her lips and chugging.
"Rose!"
"Lighten up, Al. We just graduated and we're about to sneak off and meet our lovers."
Al glanced around. Luckily no one was close by. "Lovers?" he hissed. "They're not our lovers."
Rose grinned and giggled again.
Al wondered if maybe George had already given her a beer. Or two.
"They could be our lovers, if we wanted them to be." She nodded, eyes bright.
"You're not going to… you hardly know Vince… it's too soon!"
Rose's expression softened. "I was only teasing. Of course I'm not going to do anything with Vince. Not tonight, anyway. Go get that flashlight and we'll take off."
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They made it into the woods without being noticed or followed, which helped calm Al's nerves. This was all right. This was Corey he was meeting, the same guy he'd kissed yesterday, the guy who seemed to want to be with Al as much as Al wanted to be with him.
He left the flashlight off, not wanting to risk the beam being seen through the woods. His father was a cop, after all, he'd surely notice it. The moon was giving off sufficient light, that even in the woods they could see well enough. Rose slipped her hand into Al's as they walked. "I was kidding, you know. About Vince being my lover. I don’t plan on doing anything with him, at least not for a while."
Al squeezed her hand.
"I was only caught up in the moment, I guess." She leaned closer to Al. "I had a little to drink."
"Uncle George?"
Rose tripped over a tree root, but Al was able to keep her on her feet. "No, it was Aunt Angelina, actually."
That figured. Aunt Angelina was well suited to her husband. "Are you sober enough now that I can trust you with Vince?"
Rose swatted his arm. "Of course I am." She glanced back through the woods. "Do you think anyone will notice we're missing?"
"Not if we're not gone too long."
"What'll we tell them if they do?"
"Same thing we used to tell them when we were little and they couldn’t find us."
Rose laughed. "We were playing tag?"
"Why not?" With his heart racing in anticipation and his mind reeling at the thought that he'd see Corey in just minutes, Al felt almost like a kid again, but the things on his mind tonight weren't childish. His nerves returned in spades. He needed to burn off some energy before he saw Corey or he'd be a jumpy mess. He pulled his hand from Rose's, tapped her on the shoulder, and said, "Tag. You're it!"
Rose hesitated for only a moment before she shrieked and lunged toward Al. He dodged and began jogging through the trees, keeping somewhat to the direction they needed to go. He could hear Rose's feet pounding behind him, her breath coming in pants, so after a moment, he slowed just enough to be caught.
Breathlessly, she said, "Tag!" and ran away.
They chased each other through the woods, laughing and playing, always making their way closer to the road where Corey and Vince would meet them, until they were stopped by a voice "Al, is that you?"
"Corey?"
Al saw two figures step into the woods, one thin, the other tall and bulky. "Are you playing tag?"
Al chucked nervously. He hadn't thought they were quite this close to the road or that Corey would have made it to their rendezvous so soon. It was embarrassing to be caught playing a kids' game.
"Hey, Rosie," Vince said.
Corey and Vince had stepped close enough that Al could make out their faces through the gloom. Corey smiled. He elbowed Vince. "Double-team tag. You get her, I'll take him." He winked at Al. "You better get running, because I'm coming after you."
"What if I want to get caught?"
"Do you?" Corey's eyes seemed to burn into Al's.
Al took a deep breath. "Yeah, I do."
Corey was just stepping toward Al, holding out a hand, when Rose darted between them, batting Corey's hand away. She laughed. "One, two, three… Go!" And she was gone, running through the trees parallel the road, Vince laughing and chasing after her.
"Are you going to run?" Corey asked, a hint of challenge in his voice. "If you run, you know I'm going to catch you."
Al shrugged. He was so out of his depth, he didn't know if this was silly or flirty. He heard Rose laugh and squeal. "Sounds like they're having fun."
"One. Two. Three. Go." Corey whispered.
Now that was definitely flirty. Al took the cue. He dropped the flashlight and darted through the trees, figuring Corey was faster than him, but maybe wouldn't be able to keep up with Al's direction changes. It wasn't that Al didn't want to be caught, but still, he might as well play along. His skin tingled along his spine in anticipation.
He hadn't gotten far when an arm hooked around his waist. He was thrown off balance and skittered sideways before losing his footing completely and crashing to the ground, his fall softened by the forest's undergrowth.
With an "Oomph," Corey landed half on top of him, one of his legs pressed between Al's. He pushed up on an elbow and smiled down at Al. "I got you."
Al's gaze darted from Corey's eyes to his lips. They were so close he could feel Corey's breath on his face. He breathed it in. "Yeah, you do." One of Al's arms was caught under Corey, his hand splayed against Corey's hip. He lifted his free arm and bent it to cushion his head, bringing their faces closer.
"Do I get a prize?" Corey ran his fingertips down Al's face from temple to jaw.
"What do you want?" Al whispered.
"A kiss?"
Before Al could answer, Corey's lips were pressed to his. He lingered for a moment and then pulled back.
Al ignored the sticks poking at his back, the leaves scratching against any bared skin. Remaining close to Corey was more important than comfort. He wriggled the arm that was under Corey until is was free enough to wrap around Corey's waist, then Al pulled him closer, lifting his head, pleading for more kisses.
As their lips touched, Corey groaned. He lifted Al off the ground enough to wrap his arms around him and then pressed him back to the earth, laying his weight out along and over Al's side, not completely on top of him, but close enough that Al felt nearly overwhelmed.
When Corey's lips parted and his tongue licked over Al's lips, Al gasped and opened his mouth, accepting Corey's tongue, wanting it, greedy for it. As their lips moved against each other and their tongues slid and caressed, Al felt as if this was all he'd ever wanted, to be laying here with Corey Malfoy, the smell of pine wafting over them, the sound of crickets carried on the air, his mouth being claimed hungrily.
Without even thinking about what he was doing, Al thrust his hips up, pressed his cock against Corey's hip, wanting Corey to know just what effect he was having. It was intense. Al had never had a lover, never been touched sexually, so even though Corey's hands weren't on his cock, just the knowledge that he could press it against Corey, rut if he wanted to, was almost too much.
Corey moaned again. He slid one hand down to cup Al's ass, to help press Al's prick harder against his hip bone. His own cock nudged against Al's flesh, a point of connection that stole most of Al's attention. It was hard, so hard. So perfect, and wonderful, and….
Al didn't care that he was out of control, ruled by his need, willing to do anything to keep Corey with him. He rocked his hips, and pressed against Corey's cock, wishing they were both naked, needing to feel skin and sweat and heat. Through it all, they kissed. The kisses growing deeper, sloppier, more bruising with every moment that passed.
"I want you so bad," Corey whispered.
And Al would have given him anything, everything, but the sound of voices and the crack of a broken twig brought him crashing back to reality. Suddenly he felt the earth under him, heard Rose's laughter as she neared, smelled sweat and soil. He pulled back as much as he could, knowing he'd gone too far, given more of himself away to someone he barely knew than he'd ever thought he could.
Corey pulled back, too. "Christ. I'm sorry, Al. I got carried away." He pushed up and off, standing and helping Al to his feet.
"Don't be sorry. It wasn't just you." Al wiped his mouth with his hand, his lips were hot and tender.
As the footsteps drew nearer, Corey took one of Al's hands and squeezed it between both of his own. "Can I still see you tomorrow?"
Al nodded.
Rose and Vince stepped through the trees. "We'd better get back, Al," Rose said. "We've already been gone a long time. If your father realizes we're missing, he'll send out a search party."
With one last quick kiss, Al let go of Corey's hand and slipped back into the woods. His guts froze when he heard his name being called in the distance. He rubbed his lips once more, not sure how he could explain why they were so swollen, thinking maybe, if he was just a little bit stronger, he'd just tell the truth.
But he wasn't, and he wouldn't. At least not yet.
TBC
Title: The Summer Al Began Tried to Live: Chapter 4
Pairing: Albus Severus/Scorpius
Summary: In the summer before college, Al Potter finally begins living, but can he find the courage to show his family who he really is? In this chapter: Al sneaks off to see Corey.
Warnings: A bit steamier
Rating: This chapter: R to be safe
Beta: bk7brokemybrain. Thanks, sweetness!
Word Count: 2903
Notes: George's profession is dedicated to my favorite confectioner, bk7brokemybrain (she even came up with the name of the shop). I didn't even attempt to use texting abbreviations in Al and Corey's text messages - I would have gotten them wrong anyway. Written for week four of the 2009 ass_carnival. I plan on writing in this verse for the full 10 weeks, completing the fic toward the end of August.
Prompts used: Person: George Weasley, Place: A casino, Object one: Deck of Cards, Object two: Poker Chip, Food: Cocktails, Emotion: Greed, Song one: Poker Face by Lady GaGa, Song two: The Gambler by Kenny Rogers, Freeform: Hitting the jackpot
Previous chapters
"Chapter 1"
"Chapter 2"
"Chapter 3"
The Summer Al Began Tried to Live. Chapter 4
Rose and Al's combined graduation party had been going for hours and showed little sign of slowing down. The night was warm. Millions of stars twinkled around a moon that was three-quarters full. Smoke rose from the barbecue pits only to be swallowed by darkness. Propane lamps burned on every table, insects drawn to them, unable to resist the light, falling dead onto the checkered vinyl tablecloths when they were lured too close. A spotlight lit the makeshift dance floor.
Al nearly laughed as he watched James pop a new CD into the player and pull Aunt Audrey out to dance. He did laugh when he recognized the song, Lady Gaga's Poker Face, and saw Uncle Percy dash toward the CD player, presumably finding the song too risqué for his daughters to hear.
Uncle George threw an arm around Al's shoulders and pulled him toward an empty picnic table. "I've got news, but I didn't want to tell you earlier, what with your graduation and then the party. But I think it's all right to talk shop now."
"Sure."
George glanced around and then pressed a beer into Al's hand. "Have a cocktail, but don't let your father see it." George always joked that a cold Utica Club was his cocktail of choice.
"I'm too young to drink." Al tried to hand the beer back to George, but his uncle refused it.
"We're celebrating. One beer won't hurt you."
Al set the beer down onto the bench next to him. "What are we celebrating?"
"I hit the jackpot."
"Oh?"
"There's going to be a big anniversary celebration at the Oneida casino. They've ordered a shitload of cakes and candies from me. They want everything to look like gambling stuff, you know, little cakes in the shape of a deck of cards, caramel dice, poker chip mints, that kind of shit."
"Wow! Congratulations!" Al knew how much an order like this meant to Uncle George. He'd put everything he owned into Weasley's Sugar Shack, and this big an order would mean the difference between paying the mortgage on his house for a few months, or moving his family into the loft over the shop.
"Good thing you're not leaving for college for a couple of months. I'm going to need lots of help getting this together. The party's in six weeks, just before the French Festival, and you know how many orders I have for that."
Al nodded, distracted by the vibration of his cell phone against his hip. He palmed the phone, flipped it open and tried to keep a straight face when he saw who the new text message was from. Congratulations on graduating. How'd it go? Corey. "You know I'll help you all I can," Al said, even as he typed in a reply. It was good. Really hot, though. Thought Rose was going to faint, she had to walk to the front so often to get awards. How was yours? Congratulations. Al
"I think Freddy's old enough to start learning the ropes, too," George said. He nudged the beer bottle closer to Al until the cold glass chilled through his jeans. "One sip's not going to hurt you. Anyway, it'd be rude not to celebrate with your boss."
Al glanced around the yard. His father was just coming out of the back door of their house, a case of soda in his arms. His mother was now the one dancing with James, trying to show him how to line dance to The Gambler by Kenny Rogers. Al grabbed the bottle and wrapped his hand around the metal top, the edges biting into his palm as he tried to unscrew it.
Uncle George grabbed the bottle just as Al's phone vibrated again.
Mine was good. Are you having a party? Al felt a shock of fear as he imagined Corey crashing the party… pulling him out onto the dance floor… kissing him in front of all his relatives. But Corey wouldn’t do that, would he? George pressed the now open bottle back at Al. Al lifted it to his lips and took a small sip. It was horrid, bitter and warm.
"Ha! That's it, Al. Every boy should have a drink on his graduation night."
Al wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and nodded. He put the bottle between his legs and typed, Yeah. A family thing. Been going on for hours. How about you?
"You know, it's rude to text while you're talking to someone."
Al flipped the phone closed. "Sorry, Uncle George. Just a friend of mine."
George smiled and nodded. He stood up, grabbing his empty beer bottle. "S'pose I should find Angelina. We'll show that brother of yours how dancing's really done. You'll be at the store Monday morning, right?"
Al nodded. His phone vibrated, but he waited until George turned away before he flipped it open. My mom took me out for dinner. Now I'm at Vince's party, but… Al's heart thudded as he again imagined Corey showing up on his back lawn. If Uncle Percy thought James's choice of music was shocking, he'd have a cow over Al's choice of date. But what? he typed.
As he waited for the next text, Al tried to force himself to calm down. He watched the crowd, pretty much all family, all his mother's family except Grandma Potter, who appeared to be arguing with Grandma Weasley. It was anyone's guess who'd win a fight between the two.
Al didn't realize how hard he was gripping his phone until it vibrated and he could barely unclench his fingers to open it. But… I was hoping you could sneak away for a few minutes. Is there anywhere near you where we could meet? I can't stop thinking about kissing you.
Al's stomach swooped. He couldn't stop thinking about kissing Corey, either. Between that one kiss they'd shared and his looming graduation, Al had barely slept the night before. Could he really sneak away from the party? Would anyone notice? When he thought about Corey driving over to see him, spending even a few minutes together, Al knew this was something he had to do. There was no way he'd tell Corey no. He was eighteen, after all, if he wanted to leave his party for a few minutes, he would. He cast about trying to come up with the perfect meeting place. Finally, he gave Corey directions for a spot just through the woods. Corey could park on the old gravel road and Al could make it there easily enough on foot. Just before he pushed send, Al typed, I really want to kiss you again, and then sent it before he could change his mind.
Slipping the phone into his pocket, Al stood. He had to tell Rose and he had to get a flashlight from the house. Before he could move, however, Rose swooped in on him, nearly knocking him back onto the bench with her momentum. She giggled, covering her mouth and glancing from side to side. Finally, she whispered, "I just got a call from Vince. He's coming with Corey and he wants me to come with you. What's the plan?"
Al felt a moment of irritation. He wanted Corey to himself, but how could he refuse Rose her happiness? "I'll grab a flashlight. We'll walk through the woods."
Rose cringed, crinkling her nose. "Have you been drinking?"
"It was Uncle George. He forced it on me." Al waved toward the beer bottle that was still sitting on the bench. "I only had one sip." Al wasn't sure why he felt the need to defend himself. It wasn't as if Rose would tell anyone.
Rose glanced at the beer bottle. Her hand shot out and she snagged it, bringing it to her lips and chugging.
"Rose!"
"Lighten up, Al. We just graduated and we're about to sneak off and meet our lovers."
Al glanced around. Luckily no one was close by. "Lovers?" he hissed. "They're not our lovers."
Rose grinned and giggled again.
Al wondered if maybe George had already given her a beer. Or two.
"They could be our lovers, if we wanted them to be." She nodded, eyes bright.
"You're not going to… you hardly know Vince… it's too soon!"
Rose's expression softened. "I was only teasing. Of course I'm not going to do anything with Vince. Not tonight, anyway. Go get that flashlight and we'll take off."
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They made it into the woods without being noticed or followed, which helped calm Al's nerves. This was all right. This was Corey he was meeting, the same guy he'd kissed yesterday, the guy who seemed to want to be with Al as much as Al wanted to be with him.
He left the flashlight off, not wanting to risk the beam being seen through the woods. His father was a cop, after all, he'd surely notice it. The moon was giving off sufficient light, that even in the woods they could see well enough. Rose slipped her hand into Al's as they walked. "I was kidding, you know. About Vince being my lover. I don’t plan on doing anything with him, at least not for a while."
Al squeezed her hand.
"I was only caught up in the moment, I guess." She leaned closer to Al. "I had a little to drink."
"Uncle George?"
Rose tripped over a tree root, but Al was able to keep her on her feet. "No, it was Aunt Angelina, actually."
That figured. Aunt Angelina was well suited to her husband. "Are you sober enough now that I can trust you with Vince?"
Rose swatted his arm. "Of course I am." She glanced back through the woods. "Do you think anyone will notice we're missing?"
"Not if we're not gone too long."
"What'll we tell them if they do?"
"Same thing we used to tell them when we were little and they couldn’t find us."
Rose laughed. "We were playing tag?"
"Why not?" With his heart racing in anticipation and his mind reeling at the thought that he'd see Corey in just minutes, Al felt almost like a kid again, but the things on his mind tonight weren't childish. His nerves returned in spades. He needed to burn off some energy before he saw Corey or he'd be a jumpy mess. He pulled his hand from Rose's, tapped her on the shoulder, and said, "Tag. You're it!"
Rose hesitated for only a moment before she shrieked and lunged toward Al. He dodged and began jogging through the trees, keeping somewhat to the direction they needed to go. He could hear Rose's feet pounding behind him, her breath coming in pants, so after a moment, he slowed just enough to be caught.
Breathlessly, she said, "Tag!" and ran away.
They chased each other through the woods, laughing and playing, always making their way closer to the road where Corey and Vince would meet them, until they were stopped by a voice "Al, is that you?"
"Corey?"
Al saw two figures step into the woods, one thin, the other tall and bulky. "Are you playing tag?"
Al chucked nervously. He hadn't thought they were quite this close to the road or that Corey would have made it to their rendezvous so soon. It was embarrassing to be caught playing a kids' game.
"Hey, Rosie," Vince said.
Corey and Vince had stepped close enough that Al could make out their faces through the gloom. Corey smiled. He elbowed Vince. "Double-team tag. You get her, I'll take him." He winked at Al. "You better get running, because I'm coming after you."
"What if I want to get caught?"
"Do you?" Corey's eyes seemed to burn into Al's.
Al took a deep breath. "Yeah, I do."
Corey was just stepping toward Al, holding out a hand, when Rose darted between them, batting Corey's hand away. She laughed. "One, two, three… Go!" And she was gone, running through the trees parallel the road, Vince laughing and chasing after her.
"Are you going to run?" Corey asked, a hint of challenge in his voice. "If you run, you know I'm going to catch you."
Al shrugged. He was so out of his depth, he didn't know if this was silly or flirty. He heard Rose laugh and squeal. "Sounds like they're having fun."
"One. Two. Three. Go." Corey whispered.
Now that was definitely flirty. Al took the cue. He dropped the flashlight and darted through the trees, figuring Corey was faster than him, but maybe wouldn't be able to keep up with Al's direction changes. It wasn't that Al didn't want to be caught, but still, he might as well play along. His skin tingled along his spine in anticipation.
He hadn't gotten far when an arm hooked around his waist. He was thrown off balance and skittered sideways before losing his footing completely and crashing to the ground, his fall softened by the forest's undergrowth.
With an "Oomph," Corey landed half on top of him, one of his legs pressed between Al's. He pushed up on an elbow and smiled down at Al. "I got you."
Al's gaze darted from Corey's eyes to his lips. They were so close he could feel Corey's breath on his face. He breathed it in. "Yeah, you do." One of Al's arms was caught under Corey, his hand splayed against Corey's hip. He lifted his free arm and bent it to cushion his head, bringing their faces closer.
"Do I get a prize?" Corey ran his fingertips down Al's face from temple to jaw.
"What do you want?" Al whispered.
"A kiss?"
Before Al could answer, Corey's lips were pressed to his. He lingered for a moment and then pulled back.
Al ignored the sticks poking at his back, the leaves scratching against any bared skin. Remaining close to Corey was more important than comfort. He wriggled the arm that was under Corey until is was free enough to wrap around Corey's waist, then Al pulled him closer, lifting his head, pleading for more kisses.
As their lips touched, Corey groaned. He lifted Al off the ground enough to wrap his arms around him and then pressed him back to the earth, laying his weight out along and over Al's side, not completely on top of him, but close enough that Al felt nearly overwhelmed.
When Corey's lips parted and his tongue licked over Al's lips, Al gasped and opened his mouth, accepting Corey's tongue, wanting it, greedy for it. As their lips moved against each other and their tongues slid and caressed, Al felt as if this was all he'd ever wanted, to be laying here with Corey Malfoy, the smell of pine wafting over them, the sound of crickets carried on the air, his mouth being claimed hungrily.
Without even thinking about what he was doing, Al thrust his hips up, pressed his cock against Corey's hip, wanting Corey to know just what effect he was having. It was intense. Al had never had a lover, never been touched sexually, so even though Corey's hands weren't on his cock, just the knowledge that he could press it against Corey, rut if he wanted to, was almost too much.
Corey moaned again. He slid one hand down to cup Al's ass, to help press Al's prick harder against his hip bone. His own cock nudged against Al's flesh, a point of connection that stole most of Al's attention. It was hard, so hard. So perfect, and wonderful, and….
Al didn't care that he was out of control, ruled by his need, willing to do anything to keep Corey with him. He rocked his hips, and pressed against Corey's cock, wishing they were both naked, needing to feel skin and sweat and heat. Through it all, they kissed. The kisses growing deeper, sloppier, more bruising with every moment that passed.
"I want you so bad," Corey whispered.
And Al would have given him anything, everything, but the sound of voices and the crack of a broken twig brought him crashing back to reality. Suddenly he felt the earth under him, heard Rose's laughter as she neared, smelled sweat and soil. He pulled back as much as he could, knowing he'd gone too far, given more of himself away to someone he barely knew than he'd ever thought he could.
Corey pulled back, too. "Christ. I'm sorry, Al. I got carried away." He pushed up and off, standing and helping Al to his feet.
"Don't be sorry. It wasn't just you." Al wiped his mouth with his hand, his lips were hot and tender.
As the footsteps drew nearer, Corey took one of Al's hands and squeezed it between both of his own. "Can I still see you tomorrow?"
Al nodded.
Rose and Vince stepped through the trees. "We'd better get back, Al," Rose said. "We've already been gone a long time. If your father realizes we're missing, he'll send out a search party."
With one last quick kiss, Al let go of Corey's hand and slipped back into the woods. His guts froze when he heard his name being called in the distance. He rubbed his lips once more, not sure how he could explain why they were so swollen, thinking maybe, if he was just a little bit stronger, he'd just tell the truth.
But he wasn't, and he wouldn't. At least not yet.
TBC