[FIC] Theodore Nott should not fancy Albus Severus Potter
Title: Theodore Nott should not fancy Albus Severus Potter
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Pairing: Theodore Nott/Albus Severus Potter
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2440
Notes: Written for prompt: "Holiday Gift Exchange." for
adventdrabbles | Also written for "charm, cherish, Christmas" for
enchanted_jae's JMDC challenge / December. Background: Drarry (mentioned/implied.)
Summary: It's Christmas and Theodore's birthday, and he only has one wish.
Theodore Nott wasn't one for nostalgia, or feeling bad for himself, or showing any emotion to the world-it was one of the main reasons why he'd made such a good Solicitor. After the wizarding war, he'd made a name for himself, cleared the stains his family had left behind thanks to their association with the Dark Lord, and now was trusted and renowned in the matters of family and property law. As he was so close to and tonight closer still to hitting fifty, he only had one flaw he could see: his damn desire for his former Senior Associate turned Managing Partner.
Though it was as if the man had heard Theodore's thoughts, he'd knocked on the door, and walked right in.
"Am I disturbing you?" said Albus Severus Potter, now wasn't that a mouthful?
"Not at all," replied Theodore. "I was just thinking of closing up shop for the weekend."
"Ah, got great plans tonight?" asked Albus. Theodore used to call him Potter but first of all, it didn't sit right with Theo, and second, Albus had shot that down faster than Theo had reconsidered.
"Not particularly." Unless taking you home was an option. "My children get home tomorrow evening so I'll be spending some much needed time with them." Theodore did not need the reminder his oldest was almost as old as Albus.
"And your…wife?" Albus asked. He wasn't the type to meddle in people's personal affairs, unless he was getting paid for it, and that was why he'd made a Managing Partner in the history of the wizarding world. But Theodore supposed Potters were always breaking some sort of record or another, anyway.
Theodore only replied with one word. "Divorced."
"Ah. I'm free tonight, too."
"Oh?" Theodore was genuinely surprised to hear that. Given how Albus came from such a reconstituted and blended family, he didn't think he would spend any days alone during Christmas.
"Yeah… There was already breakfast with my Mum and the siblings today, and tomorrow night is the big family gathering and then the Dads the day after that. So thankfully, I managed to schedule myself free for a bit of mental break."
Theodore nodded and he reached for his whisky glass. He considered for a moment, then giving into the temptation, grabbed another glass for Albus. Without missing a beat, Albus went around the room to grab the bottle of Firewhisky Theodore liked to keep in his office.
"Do you want to do the honours?" Theodore asked and Albus clearly understood because he conjured up ice in their glasses and poured them both a generous amount.
It was what Theodore liked about Albus; maybe why he'd up fancying the lad who was more than twenty years his junior in age. Albus knew how to read the room. He never asked any unimportant questions. When he had been fresh out of the Faculty of Law, Draco had asked Theodore to give Albus a junior assistant position, and then the boy had worked his way up to Managing Partner in record time. He was the youngest wizarding Solicitor to make Managing Partner in all of Europe and maybe the whole of the wizarding world. The way Albus's mind worked was sexy and it also didn't hurt he was far too easy on the eyes. His piercing green eyes reminded Theodore of Harry but not in the same way like he was a legend. Often at times Theodore wondered if he had some unrequited crush on Potter which had transferred over to Albus.
"So…I got you something."
"What?" Theodore asked, noticing that Albus was still standing across from him, looking down, his glass of Firewhisky half drank. "Now you're making me nervous."
"It's nothing to be nervous about," Albus said, placing the glass on the table and rushing out of the room. He returned a moment later, closed the door behind him, and handed a package to Theodore.
"Please don't tell me this is a Christmas present. You know, I can't accept it." Their firm had a very strict rule about gift exchange, especially at the office.
"It's not a Christmas present, I can assure you that." Albus picked up his glass and came to sit next to Theodore on the sofa. It wasn't a very roomy one so they were knee-to-knee which didn't help Theodore's heart rate. He hated how he was so fucking turned on every time he was around Albus. "Just open it."
Theodore was sceptical but he also had trust in his Managing Partner. Albus wasn't an employee. His name wasn't at the door of their firm but he had equity in the company so though they were years apart, they were on semi-equal footing.
When he opened the box, he was surprised to find a cake inside it. And not just any cake but…"This is a…"
"Red Rose Chocolate Cake from…" Albus paused for a second, his cheeks reddening, "I Scream for Cream."
"They are halfway across town, Albus. How did you even get them and how did you know…?"
"That it's your favourite cake?" Albus looked proud of himself, no doubt Theodore's reaction gave him satisfaction. "It's your birthday. Am I not supposed to know?"
"My birthday…"
"I know, it's on Christmas Day. And I'm happy to know you'll have your kids around. I was worried you'd busy yourself working and would have invited you to the Weasley Christmas Gathering."
"Um…I've heard what they are like. No, thank you," replied Theodore. He'd known enough from Draco to know they were an experience, and possibly a little too overwhelming for the former Slytherins.
Albus took the cake from Theodore's hands and placed them gently at the table across from them. He leaned closer and charmed a candle on it before lighting it with his wand. He also had thought enough to bring a few small plates and a knife with him. "Come on then, make a wish."
Theodore closed his eyes. Unintentionally, he pictured his bed and Albus on it. He pictured Albus writhing on the grey silk sheets he'd purchased as an impulse last week and then another vision of Albus' body wrapped around in them. What I wouldn't give just for a kiss so I can know what you taste like? Theodore thought before he let out a small snort and then opened his eyes to blow the candle out.
"What was it?"
"What was what?"
"Your wish. You clearly wished for something."
"It's not important," Theodore said.
"Come on, tell me," Albus said, placing his hand on Theodore's knee and gently squeezing it.
"Shouldn't we have some cake first?" Theodore replied. "It's bad luck to not cut the cake after you blow out the candle." He cut a small slice and handed it to Albus.
Albus shook his head. He reached for a fork, cut a small piece off the cake, and offered it to Theodore. Lost in the green eyes, Theodore complied and opened his mouth. Albus' eyes immediately went to Theodore's mouth and then he licked his own lips.
"Shall I feed you now?" Theodore asked, unable to help himself. He wanted to see that mouth. He needed to see it open up and move, and he was such a desperate old man, lusting after his young colleague.
"Please…" Albus whispered, and then cleared his throat. "I'd like to taste it too."
Theodore used the same fork and fed Albus. They took their turn for a few bites, feeding the cake to each other. It was tragically decadent and shouldn't have been made to go to waste, but also because this was the closest Theodore had ever allowed himself to be near Albus and he didn't want to let this moment go.
They both took a break and sipped their Firewhisky.
"What was your wish?"
"I can't tell you. It might not come true."
"Are you hoping for it to come true?" Albus asked, tilting his head.
"I don't think it ever can."
"What did you imagine when you closed your eyes? Can you tell me? Was your wish and your imagination the same?"
Theodore shook his head. He was extremely aware of how close he was to Albus, how their knees touch, and how Albus' hand kept creeping up Theodore's thigh. Eventually, Theodore placed his hand on Albus'.
"Stop."
"You want me to stop?"
"I need you to stop, Albus."
"Tell me what you imagined, Theo." Albus brought his face closer to Theodore's but not close enough he could feel Albus' breath on him. Theodore found himself longing to hear Albus call him by that name again. He always called him Mr Nott in front of everyone, even when he was told to address him as Theodore.
"Al-"
"Don't Al me. I can feel you…" Albus's hand reached further down and his palm pressed against Theodore's half-hard cock. It was quickly growing now. "I see you. You don't think I do but…I do."
"I know…" Theodore replied, closing the distance between them and pressing his lips to Albus'. "I know you see it. That's why we can't…"
Albus kissed Theodore first, even though it was Theo's lips on Albus first. He licked and sucked on Theodore's lower lip, all the while, his hand didn't stop rubbing Theodore's erection.
"We can," Albus said, the fingers of his other hand running through Theodore's hair. "You see me for me. You see me when I want you to love me at my best. You see me and don't judge me when I'm at my worst. It's how I want you to see me. And I want…more, Theo. I want you so fucking much."
Albus pushed Theodore back, taking his whisky glass and placing it on the table, and then coming on top of him. He stopped teasing Theodore with his hand as they were both in his hair now, instead he climbed up in Theodore's lap and started rubbing against him.
"Fuck…" Theodore exclaimed, resting his head against the armrest of the sofa. "Draco is going to kill me."
"Draco doesn't have to know," replied Albus. He began unbuttoning Theodore's shirt and kissing his neck.
"Good. Because he'll kill me," Theodore said, laughing and then added, "Or blame it on some unrequited crush on Potter."
Albus stopped. He sat back on his haunches, his cock still pressing against Theodore's. "Was every Slytherin from the 90s in love with my Dad?" he asked, as if he was in a state of disbelief and considerably pissed off.
"No. I reckon Blaise was in love with your mother."
Albus sighed. "You're not…are you? I mean, I could stop. Or I'm not sure if I could stop." He rocked back and forth, finding a different way to tease Theodore.
"It was you, okay?" Theodore said, feeling hopeless. He didn't want Albus to stop. Maybe this was a terrible, terrible idea. If it went anywhere beyond this room and tonight, Draco might end up killing him, but tonight was too late to stop.
"What was?" Albus asked, leaning down, his lips mere centimetres apart from Theo's again.
"My birthday wish. What I thought about…It was you." Theodore turned his head away, feeling foolish and embarrassed. He was twice the age of the young man on top of him and he was so bloody vulnerable.
Albus kissed his cheek and whispered, "Thank you for telling me. I've wished for you since the second month I started working here. I wanted to prove myself to you. I knew how you looked at me, Harry and Draco's kid, and I wanted you to be able to want me. I worked so hard- Not just for that. But this is my reward…Wouldn't you say?"
Theodore turned to look at Albus and the man was smiling down at him. He'd managed to remove his shirt, somehow, sneaky bastard, and Theodore's eyes travelled down wanting more of Albus than he'd already had.
"And you are mine," said Theodore. He reached for the belt on Albus' trousers and they both undressed expeditiously.
Albus rode Theodore with the same precision, meticulousness, and passion as he did anything. With his head tilted back and his eyes closed, he murmured Theodore's name while gracefully raising and falling on Theodore's cock.
Theo had grabbed Albus' him, making sure he'd leave a mark there as he watched this beautiful man, enjoyed being inside him and then coming undone. When Theodore climaxed inside Albus, Albus reached for his own cock, starting to stroke it.
"No…" Theodore said, pulling his hand away. "Come here."
He urged Albus to balance himself on his knees, and crawl up until the head of his cock was dangling over Theodore's mouth. "Now slowly, lower yourself."
"Are you…" Albus cleared his throat, the shock in his eyes, hard to miss. "You're certain about this?"
"Come on, Al," Theodore said, winking. "Give an old man another wish for his birthday."
"You're not old," Albus said, lowering himself, as Theodore's tongue teased the head of Albus's cock, tasting the pre-come. "Oh Merlin… this is already so…" And then Theodore's mouth enveloped him full. He grabbed Albus's arse, urging him forward still, and eventually Albus caught on and started to fuck Theodore's mouth.
"I'm so close…" Albus said, as if trying to warn him, but Theodore kept at it, until he could feel the heat come down his throat. It'd been a while since he'd been with anyone and it felt like he had been waiting for someone special. Finally glad to know that it was Albus.
As Albus crashed on him, his head fitting in the crook of Theodore's neck, he sighed.
"You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" Theodore asked, cautious.
Albus chuckled. "No one would believe me, anyway."
"Why do you say that?"
Albus shrugged. "Super hot boss of the company can have a pick of anyone. Why would you pick me?"
"Pick you?" Theodore asked, slightly surprised. "Didn't you say you worked so hard to be noticed?" Albus nodded. "So, I would think it was you who picked me, sweet boy."
"Hmm…" Albus settled into Theodore's embrace a bit more. "I like the sound of that. Sweet boy."
They rested for a brief moment before getting dressed and cleaning up the office. Albus packed the cake perfectly in its box and handed it to Theodore. "Don't forget to share it with your children," he said.
"Oh. I was hoping we could have some more later tonight. In my bed. Can you stay the night?"
Albus beamed at him. "Yes. But I hope you know we won't be sleeping." This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/864053.html. Thanks for reading
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Pairing: Theodore Nott/Albus Severus Potter
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2440
Notes: Written for prompt: "Holiday Gift Exchange." for
adventdrabbles | Also written for "charm, cherish, Christmas" for
enchanted_jae's JMDC challenge / December. Background: Drarry (mentioned/implied.)
Summary: It's Christmas and Theodore's birthday, and he only has one wish.
Theodore Nott wasn't one for nostalgia, or feeling bad for himself, or showing any emotion to the world-it was one of the main reasons why he'd made such a good Solicitor. After the wizarding war, he'd made a name for himself, cleared the stains his family had left behind thanks to their association with the Dark Lord, and now was trusted and renowned in the matters of family and property law. As he was so close to and tonight closer still to hitting fifty, he only had one flaw he could see: his damn desire for his former Senior Associate turned Managing Partner.
Though it was as if the man had heard Theodore's thoughts, he'd knocked on the door, and walked right in.
"Am I disturbing you?" said Albus Severus Potter, now wasn't that a mouthful?
"Not at all," replied Theodore. "I was just thinking of closing up shop for the weekend."
"Ah, got great plans tonight?" asked Albus. Theodore used to call him Potter but first of all, it didn't sit right with Theo, and second, Albus had shot that down faster than Theo had reconsidered.
"Not particularly." Unless taking you home was an option. "My children get home tomorrow evening so I'll be spending some much needed time with them." Theodore did not need the reminder his oldest was almost as old as Albus.
"And your…wife?" Albus asked. He wasn't the type to meddle in people's personal affairs, unless he was getting paid for it, and that was why he'd made a Managing Partner in the history of the wizarding world. But Theodore supposed Potters were always breaking some sort of record or another, anyway.
Theodore only replied with one word. "Divorced."
"Ah. I'm free tonight, too."
"Oh?" Theodore was genuinely surprised to hear that. Given how Albus came from such a reconstituted and blended family, he didn't think he would spend any days alone during Christmas.
"Yeah… There was already breakfast with my Mum and the siblings today, and tomorrow night is the big family gathering and then the Dads the day after that. So thankfully, I managed to schedule myself free for a bit of mental break."
Theodore nodded and he reached for his whisky glass. He considered for a moment, then giving into the temptation, grabbed another glass for Albus. Without missing a beat, Albus went around the room to grab the bottle of Firewhisky Theodore liked to keep in his office.
"Do you want to do the honours?" Theodore asked and Albus clearly understood because he conjured up ice in their glasses and poured them both a generous amount.
It was what Theodore liked about Albus; maybe why he'd up fancying the lad who was more than twenty years his junior in age. Albus knew how to read the room. He never asked any unimportant questions. When he had been fresh out of the Faculty of Law, Draco had asked Theodore to give Albus a junior assistant position, and then the boy had worked his way up to Managing Partner in record time. He was the youngest wizarding Solicitor to make Managing Partner in all of Europe and maybe the whole of the wizarding world. The way Albus's mind worked was sexy and it also didn't hurt he was far too easy on the eyes. His piercing green eyes reminded Theodore of Harry but not in the same way like he was a legend. Often at times Theodore wondered if he had some unrequited crush on Potter which had transferred over to Albus.
"So…I got you something."
"What?" Theodore asked, noticing that Albus was still standing across from him, looking down, his glass of Firewhisky half drank. "Now you're making me nervous."
"It's nothing to be nervous about," Albus said, placing the glass on the table and rushing out of the room. He returned a moment later, closed the door behind him, and handed a package to Theodore.
"Please don't tell me this is a Christmas present. You know, I can't accept it." Their firm had a very strict rule about gift exchange, especially at the office.
"It's not a Christmas present, I can assure you that." Albus picked up his glass and came to sit next to Theodore on the sofa. It wasn't a very roomy one so they were knee-to-knee which didn't help Theodore's heart rate. He hated how he was so fucking turned on every time he was around Albus. "Just open it."
Theodore was sceptical but he also had trust in his Managing Partner. Albus wasn't an employee. His name wasn't at the door of their firm but he had equity in the company so though they were years apart, they were on semi-equal footing.
When he opened the box, he was surprised to find a cake inside it. And not just any cake but…"This is a…"
"Red Rose Chocolate Cake from…" Albus paused for a second, his cheeks reddening, "I Scream for Cream."
"They are halfway across town, Albus. How did you even get them and how did you know…?"
"That it's your favourite cake?" Albus looked proud of himself, no doubt Theodore's reaction gave him satisfaction. "It's your birthday. Am I not supposed to know?"
"My birthday…"
"I know, it's on Christmas Day. And I'm happy to know you'll have your kids around. I was worried you'd busy yourself working and would have invited you to the Weasley Christmas Gathering."
"Um…I've heard what they are like. No, thank you," replied Theodore. He'd known enough from Draco to know they were an experience, and possibly a little too overwhelming for the former Slytherins.
Albus took the cake from Theodore's hands and placed them gently at the table across from them. He leaned closer and charmed a candle on it before lighting it with his wand. He also had thought enough to bring a few small plates and a knife with him. "Come on then, make a wish."
Theodore closed his eyes. Unintentionally, he pictured his bed and Albus on it. He pictured Albus writhing on the grey silk sheets he'd purchased as an impulse last week and then another vision of Albus' body wrapped around in them. What I wouldn't give just for a kiss so I can know what you taste like? Theodore thought before he let out a small snort and then opened his eyes to blow the candle out.
"What was it?"
"What was what?"
"Your wish. You clearly wished for something."
"It's not important," Theodore said.
"Come on, tell me," Albus said, placing his hand on Theodore's knee and gently squeezing it.
"Shouldn't we have some cake first?" Theodore replied. "It's bad luck to not cut the cake after you blow out the candle." He cut a small slice and handed it to Albus.
Albus shook his head. He reached for a fork, cut a small piece off the cake, and offered it to Theodore. Lost in the green eyes, Theodore complied and opened his mouth. Albus' eyes immediately went to Theodore's mouth and then he licked his own lips.
"Shall I feed you now?" Theodore asked, unable to help himself. He wanted to see that mouth. He needed to see it open up and move, and he was such a desperate old man, lusting after his young colleague.
"Please…" Albus whispered, and then cleared his throat. "I'd like to taste it too."
Theodore used the same fork and fed Albus. They took their turn for a few bites, feeding the cake to each other. It was tragically decadent and shouldn't have been made to go to waste, but also because this was the closest Theodore had ever allowed himself to be near Albus and he didn't want to let this moment go.
They both took a break and sipped their Firewhisky.
"What was your wish?"
"I can't tell you. It might not come true."
"Are you hoping for it to come true?" Albus asked, tilting his head.
"I don't think it ever can."
"What did you imagine when you closed your eyes? Can you tell me? Was your wish and your imagination the same?"
Theodore shook his head. He was extremely aware of how close he was to Albus, how their knees touch, and how Albus' hand kept creeping up Theodore's thigh. Eventually, Theodore placed his hand on Albus'.
"Stop."
"You want me to stop?"
"I need you to stop, Albus."
"Tell me what you imagined, Theo." Albus brought his face closer to Theodore's but not close enough he could feel Albus' breath on him. Theodore found himself longing to hear Albus call him by that name again. He always called him Mr Nott in front of everyone, even when he was told to address him as Theodore.
"Al-"
"Don't Al me. I can feel you…" Albus's hand reached further down and his palm pressed against Theodore's half-hard cock. It was quickly growing now. "I see you. You don't think I do but…I do."
"I know…" Theodore replied, closing the distance between them and pressing his lips to Albus'. "I know you see it. That's why we can't…"
Albus kissed Theodore first, even though it was Theo's lips on Albus first. He licked and sucked on Theodore's lower lip, all the while, his hand didn't stop rubbing Theodore's erection.
"We can," Albus said, the fingers of his other hand running through Theodore's hair. "You see me for me. You see me when I want you to love me at my best. You see me and don't judge me when I'm at my worst. It's how I want you to see me. And I want…more, Theo. I want you so fucking much."
Albus pushed Theodore back, taking his whisky glass and placing it on the table, and then coming on top of him. He stopped teasing Theodore with his hand as they were both in his hair now, instead he climbed up in Theodore's lap and started rubbing against him.
"Fuck…" Theodore exclaimed, resting his head against the armrest of the sofa. "Draco is going to kill me."
"Draco doesn't have to know," replied Albus. He began unbuttoning Theodore's shirt and kissing his neck.
"Good. Because he'll kill me," Theodore said, laughing and then added, "Or blame it on some unrequited crush on Potter."
Albus stopped. He sat back on his haunches, his cock still pressing against Theodore's. "Was every Slytherin from the 90s in love with my Dad?" he asked, as if he was in a state of disbelief and considerably pissed off.
"No. I reckon Blaise was in love with your mother."
Albus sighed. "You're not…are you? I mean, I could stop. Or I'm not sure if I could stop." He rocked back and forth, finding a different way to tease Theodore.
"It was you, okay?" Theodore said, feeling hopeless. He didn't want Albus to stop. Maybe this was a terrible, terrible idea. If it went anywhere beyond this room and tonight, Draco might end up killing him, but tonight was too late to stop.
"What was?" Albus asked, leaning down, his lips mere centimetres apart from Theo's again.
"My birthday wish. What I thought about…It was you." Theodore turned his head away, feeling foolish and embarrassed. He was twice the age of the young man on top of him and he was so bloody vulnerable.
Albus kissed his cheek and whispered, "Thank you for telling me. I've wished for you since the second month I started working here. I wanted to prove myself to you. I knew how you looked at me, Harry and Draco's kid, and I wanted you to be able to want me. I worked so hard- Not just for that. But this is my reward…Wouldn't you say?"
Theodore turned to look at Albus and the man was smiling down at him. He'd managed to remove his shirt, somehow, sneaky bastard, and Theodore's eyes travelled down wanting more of Albus than he'd already had.
"And you are mine," said Theodore. He reached for the belt on Albus' trousers and they both undressed expeditiously.
Albus rode Theodore with the same precision, meticulousness, and passion as he did anything. With his head tilted back and his eyes closed, he murmured Theodore's name while gracefully raising and falling on Theodore's cock.
Theo had grabbed Albus' him, making sure he'd leave a mark there as he watched this beautiful man, enjoyed being inside him and then coming undone. When Theodore climaxed inside Albus, Albus reached for his own cock, starting to stroke it.
"No…" Theodore said, pulling his hand away. "Come here."
He urged Albus to balance himself on his knees, and crawl up until the head of his cock was dangling over Theodore's mouth. "Now slowly, lower yourself."
"Are you…" Albus cleared his throat, the shock in his eyes, hard to miss. "You're certain about this?"
"Come on, Al," Theodore said, winking. "Give an old man another wish for his birthday."
"You're not old," Albus said, lowering himself, as Theodore's tongue teased the head of Albus's cock, tasting the pre-come. "Oh Merlin… this is already so…" And then Theodore's mouth enveloped him full. He grabbed Albus's arse, urging him forward still, and eventually Albus caught on and started to fuck Theodore's mouth.
"I'm so close…" Albus said, as if trying to warn him, but Theodore kept at it, until he could feel the heat come down his throat. It'd been a while since he'd been with anyone and it felt like he had been waiting for someone special. Finally glad to know that it was Albus.
As Albus crashed on him, his head fitting in the crook of Theodore's neck, he sighed.
"You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" Theodore asked, cautious.
Albus chuckled. "No one would believe me, anyway."
"Why do you say that?"
Albus shrugged. "Super hot boss of the company can have a pick of anyone. Why would you pick me?"
"Pick you?" Theodore asked, slightly surprised. "Didn't you say you worked so hard to be noticed?" Albus nodded. "So, I would think it was you who picked me, sweet boy."
"Hmm…" Albus settled into Theodore's embrace a bit more. "I like the sound of that. Sweet boy."
They rested for a brief moment before getting dressed and cleaning up the office. Albus packed the cake perfectly in its box and handed it to Theodore. "Don't forget to share it with your children," he said.
"Oh. I was hoping we could have some more later tonight. In my bed. Can you stay the night?"
Albus beamed at him. "Yes. But I hope you know we won't be sleeping." This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/864053.html. Thanks for reading