Happy Birthday strangerlovers!
Title - Prideful Prat
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - PG13
Word Count - ~400
Characters/Pairings - Charlie/Scorpius
Warnings - Fluff, Suggestion
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Scorpius Malfoy is a prideful prat, and Charlie is going to teach him a lesson
Author's Notes - Written for prompt #3 Pride of my mission_insane Un-Themed Table: Seven
Happy Birthday strangerlovers!
"...or the time the Horntail turned on him, and he screamed like a girl."
As their colleagues fell about laughing, Charlie glowered at Scorpius across the bar table. Scorpius' pride was that delicate that he could never be the butt of jokes, but he saw no problem with making Charlie a laughing stock. Charlie could bear it for only so long, and as Scorpius opened his mouth, no doubt to launch into another 'let's all laugh at Charlie' story, Charlie stood up and downed his pint, slamming the empty glass onto the table and stalking off out of the pub.
He heard footsteps behind him and stopped short, making Scorpius bang into his back before he spun around and backed Scorpius up against the wall. "Having fun in there, Malfoy?"
"They're only jokes," Scorpius huffed, as though Charlie was being an oversensitive bint.
Leaning very close to Scorpius, Charlie tightened his grip on Scorpius' wrists and muttered, "Only jokes? Go on then; tell me another one."
Charlie could see the brief moment when Scorpius actually considered doing just that. But then good sense won over, and Scorpius leaned his head forwards, brushing a kiss over Charlie's lips. "Sorry, love. You know what a prat I am when I drink."
"A prideful prat who would dump me if I ever told stories like that about him." Charlie elaborated, not willing to let Scorpius off the hook yet. But then Scorpius pulled his 'forgive-me' face, and Charlie felt his anger melting away slightly.
"I'm sorry. I'll even let you take me home and punish me, that's how sorry I am."
Catching sight of their colleagues peering out of the pub window, Charlie decided to give Scorpius a taste of his own medicine. Moving quickly, Charlie hoisted Scorpius over his shoulder in a fireman's lift, slapping his arse hard. "I'll do just that."
Turning round, and heading back to the reservation, Charlie knew that Scorpius had seen their colleagues watching them from the strangled little groan. That'd teach the little git to tangle with Charlie and expect to walk away unscathed. Ignoring Scorpius' demands he be put down right this minute, Charlie strode towards home, his mind already brimming with ways to punish his errant young lover. All of which involved a hairbrush and copious amounts of lube.
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - PG13
Word Count - ~400
Characters/Pairings - Charlie/Scorpius
Warnings - Fluff, Suggestion
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Scorpius Malfoy is a prideful prat, and Charlie is going to teach him a lesson
Author's Notes - Written for prompt #3 Pride of my mission_insane Un-Themed Table: Seven
Happy Birthday strangerlovers!
"...or the time the Horntail turned on him, and he screamed like a girl."
As their colleagues fell about laughing, Charlie glowered at Scorpius across the bar table. Scorpius' pride was that delicate that he could never be the butt of jokes, but he saw no problem with making Charlie a laughing stock. Charlie could bear it for only so long, and as Scorpius opened his mouth, no doubt to launch into another 'let's all laugh at Charlie' story, Charlie stood up and downed his pint, slamming the empty glass onto the table and stalking off out of the pub.
He heard footsteps behind him and stopped short, making Scorpius bang into his back before he spun around and backed Scorpius up against the wall. "Having fun in there, Malfoy?"
"They're only jokes," Scorpius huffed, as though Charlie was being an oversensitive bint.
Leaning very close to Scorpius, Charlie tightened his grip on Scorpius' wrists and muttered, "Only jokes? Go on then; tell me another one."
Charlie could see the brief moment when Scorpius actually considered doing just that. But then good sense won over, and Scorpius leaned his head forwards, brushing a kiss over Charlie's lips. "Sorry, love. You know what a prat I am when I drink."
"A prideful prat who would dump me if I ever told stories like that about him." Charlie elaborated, not willing to let Scorpius off the hook yet. But then Scorpius pulled his 'forgive-me' face, and Charlie felt his anger melting away slightly.
"I'm sorry. I'll even let you take me home and punish me, that's how sorry I am."
Catching sight of their colleagues peering out of the pub window, Charlie decided to give Scorpius a taste of his own medicine. Moving quickly, Charlie hoisted Scorpius over his shoulder in a fireman's lift, slapping his arse hard. "I'll do just that."
Turning round, and heading back to the reservation, Charlie knew that Scorpius had seen their colleagues watching them from the strangled little groan. That'd teach the little git to tangle with Charlie and expect to walk away unscathed. Ignoring Scorpius' demands he be put down right this minute, Charlie strode towards home, his mind already brimming with ways to punish his errant young lover. All of which involved a hairbrush and copious amounts of lube.