Gloves Like These
Title: Gloves Like These
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: James/Hugo
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Bit o' pre-slashy cousincest
Word count: 590
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for dysonrules, who asked for Hugo/James with the prompts of gloves, crystal ball, wine
Summary: A tipsy Hugo is a tease.
"I haven't seen a Wronski feint like that since Uncle Harry used it on dad last summer at the Burrow!"
James laughed and clapped a hand on Hugo's shoulder as they entered the lift. Their parents had allowed James and Hugo to travel to Belfast to attend a Quidditch match. James knew his Aunt Hermione had been reluctant, but Uncle Ron had reminded her of the time that they had traipsed all over the Forest of Dean when they were only seventeen years old. That's how old Hugo was now, while James was twenty.
They stepped off of the lift on their floor and made their way to the room where they would spend the night. The match had finished late, and James and Hugo wouldn't be returning to London until tomorrow.
"Let's order room service," said Hugo. "I'm hungry enough to eat a skrewt."
"Shall we get a bottle of wine, too?" teased James.
"Only if you're paying for it," Hugo retorted. He threw himself across his bed and toed his shoes off.
James hastily looked away. At the age of eighteen, he had discovered he preferred blokes. His cousin, however, was off limits, never mind that Hugo was quite fit these days. James hadn't seen him since Christmas, and he swore Hugo had filled out since then. He was no longer a lanky boy, but a handsome young man. James distracted himself by thumbing through the menu before ringing the front desk.
"This is Room 529, and we'd like to place an order..."
~*~
James couldn't believe they'd managed to drink the entire bottle of wine. His head felt pleasantly fuzzy, while Hugo seemed to find everything amusing.
"Dad still thinks the Cannons have a chance," Hugo announced.
"They'll never be able to beat Falmouth," said James.
"Get out your crystal ball and divine the future champion," Hugo suggested. He then laughed at his own joke.
"Prat," James said, tossing a pillow at his cousin.
Hugo giggled again before sitting up on his bed. "Where are those new Quidditch gloves you bought?" he asked.
James sat up and rummaged through his bags. He found the new gloves and pulled one on. James flexed his hand, admiring the way the supple glove moved with him. He felt the edge of his bed dip. James glanced up to see Hugo sitting right next to him.
"Fantastic," breathed Hugo. Abruptly, he grabbed James' hand and nuzzled it. "I love the smell of new leather," murmured Hugo.
James' breathing stalled, and his cock twitched in his pants.
"Do you know what I would do with gloves like these?" Hugo asked.
Wordlessly, James shook his head.
"I'd get naked, put these gloves on, and wank myself raw," said Hugo.
James felt his mouth fall open at his cousin's brazen statement.
Hugo closed his lips over the tip of James' index finger and sucked it before releasing James and moving back to his own bed. Hugo laughed out loud again. "You should see the look on your face," he snickered.
James threw another pillow at Hugo, leaving him with only one left on his bed. He couldn't banish the mental image of his cousin, naked but for the leather gloves, as he stroked himself to completion. James clenched his jaw to stifle a groan. One of them was definitely in need of a wank, and it wasn't Hugo.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: James/Hugo
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Bit o' pre-slashy cousincest
Word count: 590
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for dysonrules, who asked for Hugo/James with the prompts of gloves, crystal ball, wine
Summary: A tipsy Hugo is a tease.
"I haven't seen a Wronski feint like that since Uncle Harry used it on dad last summer at the Burrow!"
James laughed and clapped a hand on Hugo's shoulder as they entered the lift. Their parents had allowed James and Hugo to travel to Belfast to attend a Quidditch match. James knew his Aunt Hermione had been reluctant, but Uncle Ron had reminded her of the time that they had traipsed all over the Forest of Dean when they were only seventeen years old. That's how old Hugo was now, while James was twenty.
They stepped off of the lift on their floor and made their way to the room where they would spend the night. The match had finished late, and James and Hugo wouldn't be returning to London until tomorrow.
"Let's order room service," said Hugo. "I'm hungry enough to eat a skrewt."
"Shall we get a bottle of wine, too?" teased James.
"Only if you're paying for it," Hugo retorted. He threw himself across his bed and toed his shoes off.
James hastily looked away. At the age of eighteen, he had discovered he preferred blokes. His cousin, however, was off limits, never mind that Hugo was quite fit these days. James hadn't seen him since Christmas, and he swore Hugo had filled out since then. He was no longer a lanky boy, but a handsome young man. James distracted himself by thumbing through the menu before ringing the front desk.
"This is Room 529, and we'd like to place an order..."
~*~
James couldn't believe they'd managed to drink the entire bottle of wine. His head felt pleasantly fuzzy, while Hugo seemed to find everything amusing.
"Dad still thinks the Cannons have a chance," Hugo announced.
"They'll never be able to beat Falmouth," said James.
"Get out your crystal ball and divine the future champion," Hugo suggested. He then laughed at his own joke.
"Prat," James said, tossing a pillow at his cousin.
Hugo giggled again before sitting up on his bed. "Where are those new Quidditch gloves you bought?" he asked.
James sat up and rummaged through his bags. He found the new gloves and pulled one on. James flexed his hand, admiring the way the supple glove moved with him. He felt the edge of his bed dip. James glanced up to see Hugo sitting right next to him.
"Fantastic," breathed Hugo. Abruptly, he grabbed James' hand and nuzzled it. "I love the smell of new leather," murmured Hugo.
James' breathing stalled, and his cock twitched in his pants.
"Do you know what I would do with gloves like these?" Hugo asked.
Wordlessly, James shook his head.
"I'd get naked, put these gloves on, and wank myself raw," said Hugo.
James felt his mouth fall open at his cousin's brazen statement.
Hugo closed his lips over the tip of James' index finger and sucked it before releasing James and moving back to his own bed. Hugo laughed out loud again. "You should see the look on your face," he snickered.
James threw another pillow at Hugo, leaving him with only one left on his bed. He couldn't banish the mental image of his cousin, naked but for the leather gloves, as he stroked himself to completion. James clenched his jaw to stifle a groan. One of them was definitely in need of a wank, and it wasn't Hugo.