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Title: Deviancy
Author: gala_apples
Established pairing(s): Albus Severus/Scorpius
Infidelity pairing(s): Albus Severus/omc, Albus Severus/James
Rating: nc17
Genre: slight humor?
Word Count: 4078
Warnings: wanking, voyeurism, breathplay, incest, light D/s
Summary: As it turns out, Slytherins are bad in bed, and this is quite upsetting to Al.
Notes: originally written for the challenge here, prompt 53-it's not cheating if it's your brother.
The problem with Slytherins, Al thinks, is that they aren't at all kinky. Him being the exception of course. Scorpius comes torrents when Al is inside him, or jerking him off. He makes cute little pants just before he comes, and he squeezes onto the bedsheets with both hands. But he doesn't want Al to eat the come out of his arse, or cut off his cute little pants with a tight grip around the throat. He won't even let Al tie him to the posts of the bed with his bedsheets. It's utterly ridiculous.
Worse then that, it's boring. Scorpius is a great boyfriend, Al would admit it a hundred times. He's kind, sweet, makes copies of his notes if Al has skivved off a class. As far as what his mum would call 'marriage material', Scorpius is perfect. But if being in bed, if fucking is just as exciting as holding hands or playing chess, there's a problem with the relationship. And there's especially a problem if his boyfriend doesn't even realise Al would just as soon yawn as scream during a fuck.
On the other hand, it just doesn't seem fair to break up with Scorpius just because he doesn't want to try rimming. It's an oft repeated argument in his brain, something that comes up nearly every night if he doesn't have something else to think of while he falls asleep.
Though he'd love input, it's impossible to find someone intelligent enough to ask. At seventeen, all his housemates are morons who think sex is sex, and sex is good. It's not a question for professors, even the most liberal. And sure he asks his mum everything, but how to get his boyfriend to be kinkier isn't exactly appropriate. It was hard enough asking her how gay men went about the whole bum thing. He still has suspicions that mum had asked Aunt Hermione, who at the next family gathering had asked if he had a girlfriend or boyfriend yet.
There's only one person he can ask, and it will be embarrassing as hell. Al will blush, he'll blush, and there will be stammers and stutters galore. The other option is for Al to write him a letter, but then his advisor has never been much of a letter writer. If he doesn't send a reply back to Al within good time, there could be all sorts of reasons and thinking about them will drive Al insane. Much better to just ask him in person.
He climbs the flight of stairs to his brother's room. The house is small and odd considering the wealth his parents have, nothing like the manor Scorpius has. To Al Hadderick Place feels cozy, and it has the benefit of privacy. With only one bedroom on each of the four levels, his parents with the whole renovated attic, there's plenty of warning in the form of creaking stairs when someone is about to pry in on your business.
He knocks, but it's a formality. There's never been a time where James hasn't let him come in. Even the one time three years ago, when James had been wanking, he'd just smirked, thrown the quilt over his lower half and asked Al what was happening. James doesn't call out to him, but Al opens the door anyway.
Immediately, and for the first time in his life, Al stands agape. It is like being hit with a confundus and a leg locker at the same time. He can't move, can't think, certainly can't back out of the room and erase the image from his head.
James is kneeling on the bed, shirt off and trousers pulled down. His left hand is threaded through his hair, his right clasped around his cock and jerking fast. If it had been just that, Al would have blushed and either left the room so James could finish off quickly, or wait as James tucked himself in. You didn't get 17 years through life without seeing another man's junk, even if you were straight.
But James has a school tie on, blue and bronze looking shiny in the bright lights of his bedroom. It's strange, as he's a Gryffindor. And while the part resting against his neck is normal, the thicker part is floating in the air. His face is bright red, and while his head is thrown back a little bit, it doesn't take a genius to see that the tie is much too tight against his throat.
As Al watches his brother wank he gets hard. He's transfixed to the spot until James makes a gargling noise, and shoots come forward and up onto his chest and the sheets. As he does, the spell on the tie seems to wear off, and he collapses onto the bed. While James is panting hard and slumped over, Albus very quietly takes three steps back and closes the door. The room on the other side of the stairs is the bathroom, and a great excuse for coming upstairs in case James hears his footsteps. He instructs the toilet to flush, and escapes back to his bedroom as quickly as possible.
When he gets to the safety of his bedroom, he sits on the edge of his bed and tries to ignore his erection. he needs to think about something else, this isn't something he can think about again. Al can't quite make himself Obliviate himself, though he does hold his wand to his head. James had gurgled because he couldn't breath to moan. He had gotten off on throttling himself. There was something that was so... ridiculously hot about that.
He paces around the room a little bit, then sits on the edge of his bed again, running his knee up and down very quickly. He sighs in frustration then throws himself on the bed fully. Al bites his lip for a moment then unzips his jeans. James appears in his daydream, actually hanging from something rather then being strangled. When Dream James comes, he comes.
***
Two days later, Al is frustrated enough with the circling Scorpius Problem to risk talking to James again. Scorpius' letter sits unreplied to, Fluff having given up on a quick response and already flown away.
He hesitates for just a moment before opening the door. He doesn't bother to knock, and a small know-it-all version of his brain informs the rest it's probably because he wants to sabotage himself.
James is only reading though, slumped against the headboard with muggle sci-fi novel. James always liked muggle studies, reading fiction about what weird muggle machines could do was fascinating for him, though not the family's cup of tea. Lily and Al didn't care, his mum didn't understand and it wasn't a novelty to dad to learn of muggle machines.
"What's up?" he asks, looking up from his book. Al, who's standing in the doorway, doesn't respond.
"Al, what. What do you want to ask, or need, or what?"
"Ask. Uh." And the problem is compounded by the fact that only his mom and dad know he's gay, James and Lily and the cousins have no idea. But he can't full well pretend he's straight and his problem is with a girl.
"Just say something, you can revise it if it wasn't exactly what you meant."
"I don't know if it's fair that I want to dump my boyfriend because he won't do kinky stuff with me." As soon as the words come out of his mouth, he flinches away from his brother. James has always been fairly level headed, but this kind of information dump is something even the best of people have a bit of trouble handling.
James looks at him for a second. Then in one fluid movement he puts his book down, stands up, pulls Al into the bedroom with one hand and closes the door with the other. They just stare at each other, James' hand still on his shoulder. Al is surprised once again-like he is every time he sees a photo from a family gathering- how nearly identical they look. James is 5'8 while he's 5'7, they both have short cut black hair, they both have blue eyes. They both get freckles if they're out in the sun too much.
Finally James backs up a step, letting go. He's wearing a blue shirt, lighter then the blue of his tie two days ago, denim coloured. It looks nice against his black hair, and if Al didn't have sex with guys, he'd still know he was gay because of thoughts like that.
"Who are you with?" before Al can answer, James waves him off. "It doesn't matter. The answer is yes. If a guy isn't pleasing you sexually, no matter how nice he is, then dump him. You're only 17, I'm only 19, we're both much too young to settle down with a nice man who will rub our feet and make the coffee in the morning."
"Our? Only, I saw you were jerking off the other day..." Since when in the hell was James interested in men?
Again, there's a shimmer of surprise beneath the facade of calm. "Gay men can jerk off just as much as heterosexual men can."
"It was really... do you like to... often? I mean..." Al sure as fuck doesn't feel like a cunning Slytherin when he's lost for words like this.
"Dangerous? And yes, I like it, and maybe I do it often, I like other stuff too." It's James' 'if you have a problem too bad' attitude voice, the one mum used to smack him upside the head for using. He's defensive, and Al feels bad, that's not what he meant to happen. The only thing for it is to tell the truth.
"I liked watching it. I meant to say it was really hot. You put words in my mouth." there's something seriously wrong with him, obviously.
"That's the kind of stuff your boyfriend won't do?"
It doesn't surprise Al that James is fishing for information. It's how he always solves Al's problems, getting as much pertinent information as he can, then pressing it into a simple answer. "Yeah. No." He stretches his arm behind his back and massages his neck.
"Well, if you ever need to see how it's done, you can come watch." Al blinks slowly. There's got to be something wrong with him, there's no way he heard that, there's no way James would say that. What kind of person is he, that he'd hallucinate hearing that? "You're much better off learning from a pro then trying to work it out yourself."
So he had heard right. Still, James is just trying to help, like he always does, and Al is finding the image incredibly enticing. What kind of person finds the idea of their brother performing sex acts exciting? Just because he's not hallucinating the scene doesn't mean he's not a bad person for finding it thrilling.
"Right then. I'll keep that in mind," he replies, all the while massaging at the muscles of his neck. He leaves and goes back to his room, but this time doesn't jerk off. He'd rather let it fall off then do that. He's not going to jerk off thinking of his brother again, once was horrible enough.
***
Three nights later, Scorpius does the most daring thing he's ever done. He apperates to Hadderick Place and spends the night. They fuck once, a boring affair. Al with his legs in the air, telling Scorpius to just fuck him already, but Scorpius has to finger him for minutes beforehand. And not in a fun "I'm going to tease you until you want to die, prelude to cock rings and orgasm denial" sort of way. Just in a "I'm going to prepare you like the gay teen handbook says so you don't hurt a twinge" sort of way.
Scorpius sleeps beside Al all night, but he scampers away at the first scuffle of James' feet on the floor above. Al considers telling Scorpius to use the floo, just because he wants to see what his father and Lily will say. Then he reconsiders. Malfoy's son is probably not the boyfriend to be coming out of the closet to his father with. Even if he is sodding perfect as a boyfriend.
Besides, what would it look like to them if he introduced Scorpius as his long term boyfriend, then weeks later dumped him for someone that would wear a collar? His dad would think he was a slut, that's what. Though he's never really cared that his father is Harry Potter, he reckons all men have a goal to make their father proud. Being a slut is nothing to find pride in.
***
Again, he barges in without knocking. Again, James is only reading. Again, Al is nearly lost for words. But like always, James saves him. James is a Gryffindor through and through, brave and brash and honest and willing to dive head first into any situation. "What do you need? Is it about what we talked about last time?"
He's supposed to be cunning, devious. Instead he's a coward, can't even make himself speak.
"Because seriously Al, it's not as big of a deal as you think it is. All-"
"I need you to help me cheat on Scorpius." There, the words are out. James can crucify him now, tear him apart in whatever way he sees fit, but at least it's said.
"Um, what?"
"I can't take it anymore. I need someone that will do something besides methodical preparation and romantic fireplaces and I swear to God if he buys me one more box of chocolates I'm going to freak out. And you said you had partners in the past, and so you know that world, and I need you to introduce me to someone that you trust, because-"
"Because you've never done anything like this before, and who better to spank you then someone who's spanked your older brother?" Okay, that was not where Al was originally going, but now the image is in his head and it's so dirty and Al loves it so much. He says nothing, and James continues. "And you say it needs to be a boy?"
"A man." Al corrects before he can stop himself.
James laughs before responding "He doesn't need to be thirty to be willing to hurt you. Unless that's what you want, an older man? Personally I'd say there are pros and cons of both."
Al winces at the idea of a man Moody's age and build hitting on him. And then the other part sinks in, and a stream of images passes through his head. James sleeping with men and women of every age, skin colour, body type, not just sleeping with but fucking and screaming and damn... All of a sudden being a slut doesn't seem like a bad idea at all. He's uncomfortably aware of how hard he is, and thanks his lucky stars that he's wearing briefs so his cock isn't rubbing against the harsh metal spine of his zipper.
He tries to get back at the topic at hand. "He's got to be willing to keep things totally secret. I mean, I can't, I just-"
"You don't want to break up with Scorpius quite yet, am I right?" James goes on without waiting for confirmation. "I can think of a few people. I'll write a few letters, I'll tell you when I find someone."
He picks up his book from the bedspread and begins reading. Al mutters a thanks before closing the door.
***
He's standing in only socks. The blonde man is waiting for him on the bed, stretched out, slowly fisting his cock. He calls himself Aaron, but then Al said his name was Steven, so who really knows. Al's harder then he's ever been in his life, but nausea is slowly taking over all other sensations.
He's got his hands handcuffed behind his back. Aaron had said it was safer, if something happened then anyone with a wand could snap them off, whereas a spell would have to be removed by the caster. The metal was cold at first, but it's room temperature now. He's sweating, so they slip around as he moves. He knows he's going to have welts on his wrists in the morning, and can't quite decide if he wants to Heal himself.
Aaron wants him to crawl on the bed, and suck him off. Actually, Aaron ordered him to, albeit a gentle order. Part of Al wonders what exactly James wrote him, but most of him doesn't want to know. Pulling together his courage, he takes a step towards the man he's only known for a half hour. This is the first time he's slept with someone not out to woo him. It's so different it's almost like losing his virginity all over again.
"Well, come on."
And that's when Al loses all nerve completely. It's clear the only reason he was ever sorted to Slytherin was because Slytherin is the opposite of Gryffindor, and not because he's in any way cunning or ambitious. He's not devious, he's just the polar opposite of Gryffindor, the house of the brave.
He apparates, Aaron looking shocked as he pops away. He lands almost unconsciously in James' room. "I couldn't do it."
James looks at him for a minute. Al can only imagine what he must look like in James' eyes, nude, arms stuck behind his back. Then James' gaze locks on his erection. "Looks like part of you wanted to do it."
Sarcasm is not what he needs at the moment. He need a comforting James, a kind brother-figure that will listen and commiserate and be like mum except lacking the censorship he sometimes has with her. In a rush to explain himself he stammers "I couldn't... I... He had me in handcuffs... He could have raped me... murdered me!"
James -who's always worn his heart on his sleeves and his emotions on his face and in his tone- has a I Am Not Impressed look on his face. "Al you wanted to be in handcuffs. You have to make up your mind. Do you want pleasant sex, with your boyfriend, or do you want something passionate with a stranger? Because nobody likes a cock-tease, which was exactly what you just did."
"I just want it to be with someone that isn't going to hurt me!" he'd be pulling at his hair in frustration if he had the use of his hands. How is that wrong, how is that not understandable?
James stands and walks the few steps towards him. Consciously he knows that having his brother pressed against him, looking at him with such irritation should be making him soft. There's something wrong with him, that it only makes him harder. The wisp of cotton sleeve as it glides along his stomach makes him shiver as gooseflesh rises. The sudden cold is battled by a surge of heat when James' hand clasps around his cock.
The few strokes James gives are so much hotter then Scorpius' that there are simply no words for it. James isn't using lube, so his hand catches a bit, the roughness only fuelling his desire. And when he stops, it's almost a dream come true. James is teasing him, Scorpius has never teased him.
James' hands move to his shoulders and press down. Lost for words, Al complies. It's harder then one would think to keep perfect balance with your hands behind your back, he wavers a bit and his nose presses into James' groin. Their family has never had a nudity taboo, with five people and one bathroom you often find someone about in the hall half dressed. But it's different when your face is that close.
"Suck it."
"But-"
James slaps him across the face. It's hard enough to sting, but doesn't truly hurt. Al is struck by the idea that though James has spoken of being spanked, he's never said he doesn't reciprocate. It's a strong jolt to his system, thinking that all this time James has actually been a dominator.
"It wasn't a suggestion. Suck it."
Jesus, the tone. Al thought in seventeen years, he'd heard every tone, saw every emotion on James' face. But he's never heard this. It makes him want to disobey, to try to crawl away so James will pull on his hair to pull him back into place. But he's not sure if James is willing enough to go there, so instead he sucks.
Over the last year, he has picked up a good method with Scorpius. Scorpius loved it when he sucked only the head, using his hand with a bit of twist at great speed on the shaft. But he can't use that here, his hands are stuck behind his back. Praying to someone unknown he leans forward a bit, spreading his knees for better balance. He lets in as much as he can, and hopes that James can show some control in his thrusting, or he'll gag and retch. That he knows from experience, and is well aware isn't sexy at all.
Luckily James' cock isn't ridiculously large. You hear things; the more confidence a man shows, the bigger his todger. His brother has the confidence of a ten foot long dick, but not the flesh. And if this is going to happen, Al can never think that word again. He can't be doing this with a brother. He closes his eyes as he bobs back and forth on James' cock, it gives him enough deniability.
Soon enough though, James fingers latch onto his hair. His hands don't move with the movement of Al's head, so every forward movement is met with a pulling on his scalp. He knows it should be just painful, possibly irritating. Instead it's intensely erotic. And then James tugs sharply backwards, and Al crossly thinks that James is lucky he didn't bite down in shock. Without any warning whatsoever- Scorpius always warned- he feels wetness on his cheek. Al's eyes spring open in time to see James shoot come all over his face. He tries to move his head, only to have James tug him harshly back into place.
"You should see how great you look," James murmurs, all the poise in the world dripping off his tongue. "You can come if you want."
Al wants to be sarcastic, ask how he's supposed to rub off one if he can't use his hands, but before he does, James says something. It's not very clear, but it's got K's and IO's in it. It feels like someone's tossed a ribbon around his neck, and is pulling slowly on both ends. The sides of the ribbon feel sharp against his throat, as it gets tighter they start to burn. It feels like he'll have two thin lines an inch apart tattooed against his neck forever. As his chest and lungs spasm, trying to get in the oxygen they're being denied, an orgasm rolls through him and suddenly his entire body is shaking. Coming, he falls forward against James' thigh. The imaginary ribbon flutters away, and he's left heaving for breath against his brother.
He can feel the hands in his hair drop away. One comes back, pats him on the head. "Good boy." Al doesn't know if he should be insulted to hear something so demeaning from a sibling, or pleased that he impressed a dom, even if it isn't his dom. He knows now that he'll need one. He'll never be able to do anything but this, and if Scorpius can't handle that, then it's time to end it.
A few words and the handcuffs open and fall off. "What do you need?" his brother asks. Al doesn't know how to answer, so he doesn't say anything. He knows James will take care of him, James always has. And sure enough, he seems to infer the answer from the lack of response. James lets Al continue to rest, as he runs the one hand from hairline to nape. If someone came in, they'd be fucked, and once again Al is thankful for his odd little home that allows for privacy.
He's finally got his answer. It's okay to find a boyfriend better suited to one's needs. The only question now is where will he find a boyfriend exactly like James?
Author: gala_apples
Established pairing(s): Albus Severus/Scorpius
Infidelity pairing(s): Albus Severus/omc, Albus Severus/James
Rating: nc17
Genre: slight humor?
Word Count: 4078
Warnings: wanking, voyeurism, breathplay, incest, light D/s
Summary: As it turns out, Slytherins are bad in bed, and this is quite upsetting to Al.
Notes: originally written for the challenge here, prompt 53-it's not cheating if it's your brother.
The problem with Slytherins, Al thinks, is that they aren't at all kinky. Him being the exception of course. Scorpius comes torrents when Al is inside him, or jerking him off. He makes cute little pants just before he comes, and he squeezes onto the bedsheets with both hands. But he doesn't want Al to eat the come out of his arse, or cut off his cute little pants with a tight grip around the throat. He won't even let Al tie him to the posts of the bed with his bedsheets. It's utterly ridiculous.
Worse then that, it's boring. Scorpius is a great boyfriend, Al would admit it a hundred times. He's kind, sweet, makes copies of his notes if Al has skivved off a class. As far as what his mum would call 'marriage material', Scorpius is perfect. But if being in bed, if fucking is just as exciting as holding hands or playing chess, there's a problem with the relationship. And there's especially a problem if his boyfriend doesn't even realise Al would just as soon yawn as scream during a fuck.
On the other hand, it just doesn't seem fair to break up with Scorpius just because he doesn't want to try rimming. It's an oft repeated argument in his brain, something that comes up nearly every night if he doesn't have something else to think of while he falls asleep.
Though he'd love input, it's impossible to find someone intelligent enough to ask. At seventeen, all his housemates are morons who think sex is sex, and sex is good. It's not a question for professors, even the most liberal. And sure he asks his mum everything, but how to get his boyfriend to be kinkier isn't exactly appropriate. It was hard enough asking her how gay men went about the whole bum thing. He still has suspicions that mum had asked Aunt Hermione, who at the next family gathering had asked if he had a girlfriend or boyfriend yet.
There's only one person he can ask, and it will be embarrassing as hell. Al will blush, he'll blush, and there will be stammers and stutters galore. The other option is for Al to write him a letter, but then his advisor has never been much of a letter writer. If he doesn't send a reply back to Al within good time, there could be all sorts of reasons and thinking about them will drive Al insane. Much better to just ask him in person.
He climbs the flight of stairs to his brother's room. The house is small and odd considering the wealth his parents have, nothing like the manor Scorpius has. To Al Hadderick Place feels cozy, and it has the benefit of privacy. With only one bedroom on each of the four levels, his parents with the whole renovated attic, there's plenty of warning in the form of creaking stairs when someone is about to pry in on your business.
He knocks, but it's a formality. There's never been a time where James hasn't let him come in. Even the one time three years ago, when James had been wanking, he'd just smirked, thrown the quilt over his lower half and asked Al what was happening. James doesn't call out to him, but Al opens the door anyway.
Immediately, and for the first time in his life, Al stands agape. It is like being hit with a confundus and a leg locker at the same time. He can't move, can't think, certainly can't back out of the room and erase the image from his head.
James is kneeling on the bed, shirt off and trousers pulled down. His left hand is threaded through his hair, his right clasped around his cock and jerking fast. If it had been just that, Al would have blushed and either left the room so James could finish off quickly, or wait as James tucked himself in. You didn't get 17 years through life without seeing another man's junk, even if you were straight.
But James has a school tie on, blue and bronze looking shiny in the bright lights of his bedroom. It's strange, as he's a Gryffindor. And while the part resting against his neck is normal, the thicker part is floating in the air. His face is bright red, and while his head is thrown back a little bit, it doesn't take a genius to see that the tie is much too tight against his throat.
As Al watches his brother wank he gets hard. He's transfixed to the spot until James makes a gargling noise, and shoots come forward and up onto his chest and the sheets. As he does, the spell on the tie seems to wear off, and he collapses onto the bed. While James is panting hard and slumped over, Albus very quietly takes three steps back and closes the door. The room on the other side of the stairs is the bathroom, and a great excuse for coming upstairs in case James hears his footsteps. He instructs the toilet to flush, and escapes back to his bedroom as quickly as possible.
When he gets to the safety of his bedroom, he sits on the edge of his bed and tries to ignore his erection. he needs to think about something else, this isn't something he can think about again. Al can't quite make himself Obliviate himself, though he does hold his wand to his head. James had gurgled because he couldn't breath to moan. He had gotten off on throttling himself. There was something that was so... ridiculously hot about that.
He paces around the room a little bit, then sits on the edge of his bed again, running his knee up and down very quickly. He sighs in frustration then throws himself on the bed fully. Al bites his lip for a moment then unzips his jeans. James appears in his daydream, actually hanging from something rather then being strangled. When Dream James comes, he comes.
***
Two days later, Al is frustrated enough with the circling Scorpius Problem to risk talking to James again. Scorpius' letter sits unreplied to, Fluff having given up on a quick response and already flown away.
He hesitates for just a moment before opening the door. He doesn't bother to knock, and a small know-it-all version of his brain informs the rest it's probably because he wants to sabotage himself.
James is only reading though, slumped against the headboard with muggle sci-fi novel. James always liked muggle studies, reading fiction about what weird muggle machines could do was fascinating for him, though not the family's cup of tea. Lily and Al didn't care, his mum didn't understand and it wasn't a novelty to dad to learn of muggle machines.
"What's up?" he asks, looking up from his book. Al, who's standing in the doorway, doesn't respond.
"Al, what. What do you want to ask, or need, or what?"
"Ask. Uh." And the problem is compounded by the fact that only his mom and dad know he's gay, James and Lily and the cousins have no idea. But he can't full well pretend he's straight and his problem is with a girl.
"Just say something, you can revise it if it wasn't exactly what you meant."
"I don't know if it's fair that I want to dump my boyfriend because he won't do kinky stuff with me." As soon as the words come out of his mouth, he flinches away from his brother. James has always been fairly level headed, but this kind of information dump is something even the best of people have a bit of trouble handling.
James looks at him for a second. Then in one fluid movement he puts his book down, stands up, pulls Al into the bedroom with one hand and closes the door with the other. They just stare at each other, James' hand still on his shoulder. Al is surprised once again-like he is every time he sees a photo from a family gathering- how nearly identical they look. James is 5'8 while he's 5'7, they both have short cut black hair, they both have blue eyes. They both get freckles if they're out in the sun too much.
Finally James backs up a step, letting go. He's wearing a blue shirt, lighter then the blue of his tie two days ago, denim coloured. It looks nice against his black hair, and if Al didn't have sex with guys, he'd still know he was gay because of thoughts like that.
"Who are you with?" before Al can answer, James waves him off. "It doesn't matter. The answer is yes. If a guy isn't pleasing you sexually, no matter how nice he is, then dump him. You're only 17, I'm only 19, we're both much too young to settle down with a nice man who will rub our feet and make the coffee in the morning."
"Our? Only, I saw you were jerking off the other day..." Since when in the hell was James interested in men?
Again, there's a shimmer of surprise beneath the facade of calm. "Gay men can jerk off just as much as heterosexual men can."
"It was really... do you like to... often? I mean..." Al sure as fuck doesn't feel like a cunning Slytherin when he's lost for words like this.
"Dangerous? And yes, I like it, and maybe I do it often, I like other stuff too." It's James' 'if you have a problem too bad' attitude voice, the one mum used to smack him upside the head for using. He's defensive, and Al feels bad, that's not what he meant to happen. The only thing for it is to tell the truth.
"I liked watching it. I meant to say it was really hot. You put words in my mouth." there's something seriously wrong with him, obviously.
"That's the kind of stuff your boyfriend won't do?"
It doesn't surprise Al that James is fishing for information. It's how he always solves Al's problems, getting as much pertinent information as he can, then pressing it into a simple answer. "Yeah. No." He stretches his arm behind his back and massages his neck.
"Well, if you ever need to see how it's done, you can come watch." Al blinks slowly. There's got to be something wrong with him, there's no way he heard that, there's no way James would say that. What kind of person is he, that he'd hallucinate hearing that? "You're much better off learning from a pro then trying to work it out yourself."
So he had heard right. Still, James is just trying to help, like he always does, and Al is finding the image incredibly enticing. What kind of person finds the idea of their brother performing sex acts exciting? Just because he's not hallucinating the scene doesn't mean he's not a bad person for finding it thrilling.
"Right then. I'll keep that in mind," he replies, all the while massaging at the muscles of his neck. He leaves and goes back to his room, but this time doesn't jerk off. He'd rather let it fall off then do that. He's not going to jerk off thinking of his brother again, once was horrible enough.
***
Three nights later, Scorpius does the most daring thing he's ever done. He apperates to Hadderick Place and spends the night. They fuck once, a boring affair. Al with his legs in the air, telling Scorpius to just fuck him already, but Scorpius has to finger him for minutes beforehand. And not in a fun "I'm going to tease you until you want to die, prelude to cock rings and orgasm denial" sort of way. Just in a "I'm going to prepare you like the gay teen handbook says so you don't hurt a twinge" sort of way.
Scorpius sleeps beside Al all night, but he scampers away at the first scuffle of James' feet on the floor above. Al considers telling Scorpius to use the floo, just because he wants to see what his father and Lily will say. Then he reconsiders. Malfoy's son is probably not the boyfriend to be coming out of the closet to his father with. Even if he is sodding perfect as a boyfriend.
Besides, what would it look like to them if he introduced Scorpius as his long term boyfriend, then weeks later dumped him for someone that would wear a collar? His dad would think he was a slut, that's what. Though he's never really cared that his father is Harry Potter, he reckons all men have a goal to make their father proud. Being a slut is nothing to find pride in.
***
Again, he barges in without knocking. Again, James is only reading. Again, Al is nearly lost for words. But like always, James saves him. James is a Gryffindor through and through, brave and brash and honest and willing to dive head first into any situation. "What do you need? Is it about what we talked about last time?"
He's supposed to be cunning, devious. Instead he's a coward, can't even make himself speak.
"Because seriously Al, it's not as big of a deal as you think it is. All-"
"I need you to help me cheat on Scorpius." There, the words are out. James can crucify him now, tear him apart in whatever way he sees fit, but at least it's said.
"Um, what?"
"I can't take it anymore. I need someone that will do something besides methodical preparation and romantic fireplaces and I swear to God if he buys me one more box of chocolates I'm going to freak out. And you said you had partners in the past, and so you know that world, and I need you to introduce me to someone that you trust, because-"
"Because you've never done anything like this before, and who better to spank you then someone who's spanked your older brother?" Okay, that was not where Al was originally going, but now the image is in his head and it's so dirty and Al loves it so much. He says nothing, and James continues. "And you say it needs to be a boy?"
"A man." Al corrects before he can stop himself.
James laughs before responding "He doesn't need to be thirty to be willing to hurt you. Unless that's what you want, an older man? Personally I'd say there are pros and cons of both."
Al winces at the idea of a man Moody's age and build hitting on him. And then the other part sinks in, and a stream of images passes through his head. James sleeping with men and women of every age, skin colour, body type, not just sleeping with but fucking and screaming and damn... All of a sudden being a slut doesn't seem like a bad idea at all. He's uncomfortably aware of how hard he is, and thanks his lucky stars that he's wearing briefs so his cock isn't rubbing against the harsh metal spine of his zipper.
He tries to get back at the topic at hand. "He's got to be willing to keep things totally secret. I mean, I can't, I just-"
"You don't want to break up with Scorpius quite yet, am I right?" James goes on without waiting for confirmation. "I can think of a few people. I'll write a few letters, I'll tell you when I find someone."
He picks up his book from the bedspread and begins reading. Al mutters a thanks before closing the door.
***
He's standing in only socks. The blonde man is waiting for him on the bed, stretched out, slowly fisting his cock. He calls himself Aaron, but then Al said his name was Steven, so who really knows. Al's harder then he's ever been in his life, but nausea is slowly taking over all other sensations.
He's got his hands handcuffed behind his back. Aaron had said it was safer, if something happened then anyone with a wand could snap them off, whereas a spell would have to be removed by the caster. The metal was cold at first, but it's room temperature now. He's sweating, so they slip around as he moves. He knows he's going to have welts on his wrists in the morning, and can't quite decide if he wants to Heal himself.
Aaron wants him to crawl on the bed, and suck him off. Actually, Aaron ordered him to, albeit a gentle order. Part of Al wonders what exactly James wrote him, but most of him doesn't want to know. Pulling together his courage, he takes a step towards the man he's only known for a half hour. This is the first time he's slept with someone not out to woo him. It's so different it's almost like losing his virginity all over again.
"Well, come on."
And that's when Al loses all nerve completely. It's clear the only reason he was ever sorted to Slytherin was because Slytherin is the opposite of Gryffindor, and not because he's in any way cunning or ambitious. He's not devious, he's just the polar opposite of Gryffindor, the house of the brave.
He apparates, Aaron looking shocked as he pops away. He lands almost unconsciously in James' room. "I couldn't do it."
James looks at him for a minute. Al can only imagine what he must look like in James' eyes, nude, arms stuck behind his back. Then James' gaze locks on his erection. "Looks like part of you wanted to do it."
Sarcasm is not what he needs at the moment. He need a comforting James, a kind brother-figure that will listen and commiserate and be like mum except lacking the censorship he sometimes has with her. In a rush to explain himself he stammers "I couldn't... I... He had me in handcuffs... He could have raped me... murdered me!"
James -who's always worn his heart on his sleeves and his emotions on his face and in his tone- has a I Am Not Impressed look on his face. "Al you wanted to be in handcuffs. You have to make up your mind. Do you want pleasant sex, with your boyfriend, or do you want something passionate with a stranger? Because nobody likes a cock-tease, which was exactly what you just did."
"I just want it to be with someone that isn't going to hurt me!" he'd be pulling at his hair in frustration if he had the use of his hands. How is that wrong, how is that not understandable?
James stands and walks the few steps towards him. Consciously he knows that having his brother pressed against him, looking at him with such irritation should be making him soft. There's something wrong with him, that it only makes him harder. The wisp of cotton sleeve as it glides along his stomach makes him shiver as gooseflesh rises. The sudden cold is battled by a surge of heat when James' hand clasps around his cock.
The few strokes James gives are so much hotter then Scorpius' that there are simply no words for it. James isn't using lube, so his hand catches a bit, the roughness only fuelling his desire. And when he stops, it's almost a dream come true. James is teasing him, Scorpius has never teased him.
James' hands move to his shoulders and press down. Lost for words, Al complies. It's harder then one would think to keep perfect balance with your hands behind your back, he wavers a bit and his nose presses into James' groin. Their family has never had a nudity taboo, with five people and one bathroom you often find someone about in the hall half dressed. But it's different when your face is that close.
"Suck it."
"But-"
James slaps him across the face. It's hard enough to sting, but doesn't truly hurt. Al is struck by the idea that though James has spoken of being spanked, he's never said he doesn't reciprocate. It's a strong jolt to his system, thinking that all this time James has actually been a dominator.
"It wasn't a suggestion. Suck it."
Jesus, the tone. Al thought in seventeen years, he'd heard every tone, saw every emotion on James' face. But he's never heard this. It makes him want to disobey, to try to crawl away so James will pull on his hair to pull him back into place. But he's not sure if James is willing enough to go there, so instead he sucks.
Over the last year, he has picked up a good method with Scorpius. Scorpius loved it when he sucked only the head, using his hand with a bit of twist at great speed on the shaft. But he can't use that here, his hands are stuck behind his back. Praying to someone unknown he leans forward a bit, spreading his knees for better balance. He lets in as much as he can, and hopes that James can show some control in his thrusting, or he'll gag and retch. That he knows from experience, and is well aware isn't sexy at all.
Luckily James' cock isn't ridiculously large. You hear things; the more confidence a man shows, the bigger his todger. His brother has the confidence of a ten foot long dick, but not the flesh. And if this is going to happen, Al can never think that word again. He can't be doing this with a brother. He closes his eyes as he bobs back and forth on James' cock, it gives him enough deniability.
Soon enough though, James fingers latch onto his hair. His hands don't move with the movement of Al's head, so every forward movement is met with a pulling on his scalp. He knows it should be just painful, possibly irritating. Instead it's intensely erotic. And then James tugs sharply backwards, and Al crossly thinks that James is lucky he didn't bite down in shock. Without any warning whatsoever- Scorpius always warned- he feels wetness on his cheek. Al's eyes spring open in time to see James shoot come all over his face. He tries to move his head, only to have James tug him harshly back into place.
"You should see how great you look," James murmurs, all the poise in the world dripping off his tongue. "You can come if you want."
Al wants to be sarcastic, ask how he's supposed to rub off one if he can't use his hands, but before he does, James says something. It's not very clear, but it's got K's and IO's in it. It feels like someone's tossed a ribbon around his neck, and is pulling slowly on both ends. The sides of the ribbon feel sharp against his throat, as it gets tighter they start to burn. It feels like he'll have two thin lines an inch apart tattooed against his neck forever. As his chest and lungs spasm, trying to get in the oxygen they're being denied, an orgasm rolls through him and suddenly his entire body is shaking. Coming, he falls forward against James' thigh. The imaginary ribbon flutters away, and he's left heaving for breath against his brother.
He can feel the hands in his hair drop away. One comes back, pats him on the head. "Good boy." Al doesn't know if he should be insulted to hear something so demeaning from a sibling, or pleased that he impressed a dom, even if it isn't his dom. He knows now that he'll need one. He'll never be able to do anything but this, and if Scorpius can't handle that, then it's time to end it.
A few words and the handcuffs open and fall off. "What do you need?" his brother asks. Al doesn't know how to answer, so he doesn't say anything. He knows James will take care of him, James always has. And sure enough, he seems to infer the answer from the lack of response. James lets Al continue to rest, as he runs the one hand from hairline to nape. If someone came in, they'd be fucked, and once again Al is thankful for his odd little home that allows for privacy.
He's finally got his answer. It's okay to find a boyfriend better suited to one's needs. The only question now is where will he find a boyfriend exactly like James?