Fic: 'In With the Out Crowd' HW/JSP/ASP NC17
Title - In With the Out Crowd
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - kcstories - thanks lovely!
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~3,400
Characters/Pairings - Hugo/James/Al
Warnings - Incest (Brothers and cousin)
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 - Hugo wants to be a part of James and Al's clique, no matter what.
Author's Notes - Told using the prompt Barebacking from my kink_bingo claim card, which can be found here. The title is shamelessly, shamelessly I tell you, taken from a Less Than Jake album title.
Two heads, one jet black and the other sandy brown, pressed close together as their owners shared yet another private joke.
Hugo loved his sister, dearly, but they were not this close. They did not spend an evening wrapped in each other's company, sharing joke after joke that was meaningless to the outer world. It wasn't that Hugo even wanted to be that close to his sister.
He wanted to be that close to James and Al.
Ever since he'd been old enough to feel anything beyond hunger, pain, or the need to sleep, Hugo had felt jealousy towards Al and James. They were his cousins, big and bold and afraid of nothing. They segued easily from conversation about Quidditch to conversation about world domination, always a step aside from everyone else in the room. Even when they fought, it was a contained fight; drawing in no one else, and fixable by no one else. And as they'd got older, James leaving school and Al following him a year later, the fights had tailed off. Hugo couldn't remember the last time he'd seen them bicker with each other; recently they'd seemed closer than ever before.
Their two families were as good as damn it one, always at the other's home, always spending time together. All of Hugo's most cherished memories involved being at the Potters' and being included in whatever game James and Al were playing. Time with his own family, time with his friends, none of it matched up to the moments when he, James and Al were together and facing the world.
A soft chuckle brought Hugo out of his thoughts, and he coloured up at the realisation he'd been staring and, worse, James and Al had caught him. James looked thoughtful and Al had a small smirk playing around his lips, somewhere between amusement and pity, Hugo thought.
"I might go to bed. You might as well come too, Jamie, you make that much noise getting undressed that you'll only wake me up again."
Al was the only person who called James Jamie, and Hugo would wager that if anyone else tried they'd find themselves on the receiving end of a very painful Bat Bogey Hex. Watching Al haul himself up and offer James a hand, Hugo wondered if any of his relatives saw how attuned James and Al were. Good nights were said, kisses dropped on Aunt Ginny and his Mum's cheeks. Hugo muttered under his breath, but Al made a point of walking past him on the way out.
Squeezing Hugo's shoulder, his fingers lingering just a little, Al smiled. "Night, Hugo."
"Yeah, night, Hugo," James followed Al up, glancing back once over his shoulder. Hugo wished he'd had the courage to meet James' eyes.
Biting on the inside of his cheek, Hugo tried to pay attention to the conversation around him. James and Al made it difficult for him to focus, difficult for him to do anything but long for their company, and not for the first time in his life, Hugo wondered if his infatuation with his cousins was entirely healthy.
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"Hey, Hugo."
Al sounded more alert than normal, and Hugo looked up from his book warily. It wouldn't be the first time he'd been the butt of one of Al and James' jokes. "Hey Al, James."
"We were going to go and play Quidditch for a while, if you want to join us?" James was never the one to instigate the pranks, so Hugo decided this was probably a genuine offer.
Folding down the top corner to mark his page, Hugo dropped his book onto the coffee table and stood up. "That sounds fun. But I wasn't on the House Quidditch team, not like you two."
"Don't worry..."
"...We'll go easy on you." Hugo knew what that meant, and yet Al still managed to make it sound loaded, sound more than it was.
Grabbing his broom from the closet under the stairs, Hugo brought up the end of the line as he followed Al and James out of the house and into the backyard. His family home was small and quaint, but the meadow behind it spread on for miles. With the Disillusionment and Privacy charms around the border, it was the perfect place to play Quidditch, even if Hugo was miserable at it. Rosie had got the Quidditch genes in his family; Hugo couldn't catch the Snitch to save his life, and his chasing skills were middle-of-the-road at best. But if it meant playing with James and Al, he'd suffer the indignity of being the crappiest player on the pitch happily.
True to form, Al and James flew rings around him, not out of spite but because they were so far out of his league in skill. Hugo was amazed that they'd both turned down Quidditch scholarships, instead both choosing to study to be Healers. Hugo would have killed for the skill to be able to play Quidditch professionally - an easy job and a ridiculous amount of money sounded like his idea of heaven.
He'd been sent to retrieve the Quaffle from a shot that James powered through the hoops and off through the sky, and as Hugo turned around to once again chide the both of them for turning down every Quidditch team in the country, he realised they were no longer in the air. Angling his broom down, Hugo dismounted clumsily and slung his broom over his shoulder, bringing his hand up to his eyes to shade them from the sun as he peered around. His cousins were gone, and Hugo couldn't keep the pout off his face. He'd been left out of their fun yet again.
Walking back towards the house, Hugo heard soft laughter coming from the tall pine trees that marked the boundaries of their land. Such fucking children, to run and hide from him in the woods. Hugo wanted to be able to walk back to the house, to withhold the satisfaction they'd get from him searching them out. But just like always, he was drawn to follow and find Al and James, no matter that they had left him to begin with.
Pushing a low branch out of his way, Hugo's broom rolled off his shoulder and dropped onto the springy grass with a soft thump. James was leaning against the tree, languid and relaxed looking as his hand clenched in Al's dark hair, bunching the shoulder-length locks up at the nape of Al's neck and angling Al's head. The blood rushed up to Hugo's skin, making not just his cheeks but his whole body blush as he watched their lips moving fluidly together, little flickers of entwined tongues just visible every now and then.
The picture was wrong, so wrong, and only made worse by the dull tug of arousal that it elicited in Hugo's belly. Leaving his broom on the ground, Hugo let the branch fall back into place. He shouldn't have seen that, not only because it shouldn't be happening - they were brothers, for Merlin's sakes - but because the intimacy of the moment was searing. Hugo knew that this was not the first time James and Al had kissed, and kissing was not the only thing they had done. He knew all of that from the way their bodies pressed together, the way that Al's hands rested on James' hips like he owned them. Hugo knew everything about their shared jokes and seeming otherness to the world, and he knew it should repulse him.
It didn't.
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Hugo turned the water up again, shutting his eyes and trying to burn out the memory of what he'd seen, trying to cauterize the need to act upon that knowledge and touch himself. Or them. It didn't work, and Hugo knew if he turned the water up again he'd be picking his skin up from the floor.
Turning the shower off in disgust, Hugo imagined his parents conceiving him, a sure-fire way to kill off an erection which had served him well through puberty, also known as the time of erections-when-the-wind-changed. Towelling off deliberately roughly, Hugo fully intended to go to bed and go to sleep. He'd come home and gone straight up to his bedroom, telling his mother he felt unwell so that he could avoid seeing James or Al again. They didn't know he'd seen them, and more than anything, Hugo felt a strong urgency to protect their secret.
Hugo left the towel slung around his waist and opened the bathroom door, feeling his skin bump up at the sudden rush of cold air that swooped into the bathroom. Padding quickly along the corridor, Hugo pushed open his bedroom door and closed it behind him, one hand still rubbing a small towel through his hair.
"You left your broom in the field."
Jolting and almost dropping his towel, Hugo looked out from under his damp fringe and stared at Al. He and James were sprawled out on Hugo's bed as though they belonged there, and Hugo had to make an effort not to stare at the way James' shirt had ridden up his stomach, exposing a strip of skin scattered with light brown hairs.
Hugo didn't know what to say, but he felt no relief when James stood up and walked over to him, that same loose, easy smile that played so often around Al's lips now bending his own. "We know you saw us, Hugo. We let you see us."
"I can't... you shouldn't..." Hugo stammered helplessly, wanting to turn around so that he didn't have his back to James, but knowing that would expose him to Al.
James circled him once and came to a stop behind Hugo, so close that Hugo could feel the water still on his skin soaking into James' shirt and making it cling to his body. "Why not? We're not hurting anyone."
"You hurt me," Al murmured, standing up and walking towards Hugo, making Hugo feel more and more like prey.
"Only when you beg for it."
Biting down on his lip, Hugo fought the urge to close his eyes. Yes, he'd always wanted to be in on James and Al's secret, always wanted to be a part of their exclusive little gang. But if this was the secret, did he really want in on it? Did Hugo want to be included badly enough to ignore every moral, every principle his mother had instilled in him?
Al's voice was barely above a whisper, and Hugo felt the words against his cheek on Al's aspirated breath more than he heard them. "We can leave, if you want."
Later, he could tell himself he'd meant something else, meant for them to stop this and leave. But for now, Hugo wanted to be in. He wanted to share what they had, to be as happy as they always looked together. He wanted to be part of them. "No."
"We hoped you'd say that."
Whether Hugo was meant to respond to that or not was a moot point; Al's lips closed over his a split-second after they finished forming the final syllable. If Hugo was going to Hell - and he had no doubt he was - he was going to go enjoying it. This wasn't his first time, and he managed to move his hands with more confidence than he felt, burying one in Al's hair like he'd watched James do, and curling the other behind him and around James' neck. Running his tongue firmly over Al's lips, Hugo took the access granted and slipped into Al's mouth, running over the smooth, straight teeth and tangling his tongue up with Al's. He could hear James' moaning, knew he was watching, but nothing could hit home James' arousal like his hard cock poking against Hugo's bum.
Breaking away from Al, Hugo rubbed his arse back shamelessly. "What was your plan?"
"Seduce you. We didn't dare plan any further."
Hugo laughed, appreciating James' honesty; it made him feel a little less out of sorts. Turning around slowly, Hugo marvelled at the way Al could mould to his back like silk, and took the initiative this time. He had to lean up slightly to be level with James, but it was worth it for the look of pleasure on James' face right before Hugo kissed him. James tasted sharper than Al, more dangerous, which surprised Hugo. Al was the weird one, the one that would suddenly belt out a random song lyric after an hour of silence, or fly up onto the roof to jump around trying to catch the clouds. James was straight and sensible, honest and to the point. And apparently a big fan of cinnamon chewing gum.
"Fine, just ignore me."
James pulled away from the kiss with a disgruntled harrumph, and Hugo laughed softly as he watched James bickering with Al, backing him over to the bed.
"Always ruining the moment, Al. Here I am trying to seduce our gorgeous cousin, and you're whining about not being included."
"You know I hate being left out."
"Fine, fine. Hugo, come and help me shut up Al's whining)."
Hugo's legs obeyed the command, and the rational part of his brain, the part that should be protesting this liaison long and loud, had evidentially handed in its notice and left the building, because Hugo was no longer worried about the moral validity of this encounter. No, he was worried about when he'd next get to touch one or both of his cousins again, and just how long he'd have to wait.
James and Al had settled back onto his bed, James sprawled in a half-sitting position against the headboard, and Al knelt between his legs. They were kissing passionately, all tongues and clacking teeth, desperation colouring the embrace. Hugo could feel his cock hardening, pulling the terrycloth material of the towel across his thighs, shifting it and tenting it. Before he could ask what he should do, James ended the kiss and lifted his wand.
The privacy wards made the hairs on Hugo's arms stand on end, and he smiled nervously. This was actually happening. James muttered two more spells, which made Al squirm and chuckle darkly on the bed, and Hugo didn't have to be a genius to work out what they were. "Where do you want me?"
"Where do you want to be? Al's tight little arse, or his talented mouth?"
"I don't get a go on both?"
James laughed, and Al winked at him saucily. "There's my bold, brash cousin. You get as many goes as you want, Hugo. But I'm wearing altogether too many clothes to be happy."
Before Hugo could even suggest undressing, James had waved his wand again, leaving both him and Al naked on the bed, and Hugo the most over-dressed person in the world. Watching them watching him, Hugo pulled the edge of the towel free, letting the material fall to the floor. Just because he was bad at Quidditch didn't mean he didn't exercise - he wanted to be an Auror, after all - and Hugo knew he looked good. He was compact, not too bulky, and only an inch or two shorter than he'd like to be.
Their positioning on the bed left a logical gap for him, and as Hugo climbed onto his knees at the foot of the bed, he couldn't take his eyes off Al, bent over and completely open. The two of them held too much power, and Hugo leant forwards on a whim, dragging his tongue the length of Al's cleft. The cherry lubricant was sickly sweet on his tongue, but Hugo went back again, rubbing the flat of his tongue around Al's rim as he listened to his cousin whimper.
"Fucking hell, Hugo, who've you been sleeping with?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," Hugo teased James effortlessly, taking his prick in hand and lining himself up with Al's arse. Waiting until Al looked over his shoulder and met his eyes, Hugo hung on for the tiny nod before he pushed the head of his prick into Al's arse.
With every taboo shattered, Hugo didn't see the point in rushing the job. He wanted to enjoy every second, every single sensation as Al's arse, tight even with the stretching charms, split open to accommodate his prick. He could feel James' eyes on him, but Hugo couldn't tear his gaze away from the sight of Al's rim, stretched tight around Hugo's shaft and shiny with lube.
"How does he feel, Al?"
"Fuck... good... fuck..."
Al's incoherence was electrifying, making Hugo tremble that he could make Al sound like that, and clearly had the same effect on James, whose voice hitched and caught as he asked, "Is he bigger than me?"
"Hellfire... dead-on the same. Long and thick and ngh fucking good."
Hugo preened under the praise, jolting his hips forwards sharply and burying the last inch of his shaft in Al's arse. He finally looked up, meeting James' eyes as James chuckled softly. "Who'd have thought. Our cocks must be on Weasley women genes too, then."
"Or we're not the only siblings to fuck," Al countered darkly, wriggling back against Hugo and settling his lower half on the bed more comfortably. That particularly squeamish statement hung in the air for a few seconds before James grunted and jolted, making the entire bed shake.
"Fuck, Al! Warn me before you do that!"
Al's apology was muffled, as though he had something in his mouth, and Hugo put two and two together. Leaning slightly to the side, he could just see James' prick sliding in and out of Al's mouth, and though it hurt his neck, Hugo held that position as he started rolling his hips slowly, getting used to the feeling of Al around him before he started thrusting properly.
Rocking his hips back and forth, Hugo closed his eyes and let himself go, focusing on the pleasure coiling tight in his belly as he rutted into Al's arse. Nothing else mattered, he was finally in on their joke, finally a part of the intimacy that had driven him mad for years, and it was better than he could have ever imagined. Snaking his hand around Al's body to tug on Al's prick harshly, Hugo waited until he could hear Al grunting around his mouthful, until Al's inner muscles clenched down around him in a knee-jerk reflex and hot liquid dribbled down his fingers, before he finally let go. Burying his cock in to the balls, Hugo ground down against Al's arse, body going rigid as he spilled into Al's arse, long, never-ending ropes of pleasure.
Vaguely, he was aware of James' moans reaching a crescendo, was aware that it was difficult to keep himself upright. Opening his eyes, Hugo sank down on his haunches, staring at his cock as it slipped, shiny and softening, from Al's arse. He looked up as the bed shifted, watched Al slithering up the bed and kissing James gently before nuzzling in against his body. Suddenly Hugo didn't feel so included, didn't feel like a part of the intimacy, and the buzz from his orgasm vanished in a second.
But before he could do or say something stupid, James had extended his arm, as many nerves evident in James' eyes as Hugo felt in his heart. The warm buzz returned as James whispered, "C'mere."
The simple invitation held much more, and Hugo faltered only a moment before he accepted it, moving up the bed and collapsing, a little on Al, a little on James, and a little on the bed. Sighing softly, Hugo closed his eyes and wondered if they could get away with sleeping here, just like this. He was old enough that his parents didn't come into his bedroom anymore without advance notice.
"So, do you fancy staying over at ours the rest of the summer?"
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Three heads, one jet black, one sandy brown, and the third rusty red, pressed close together as their owners shared yet another private joke.
Rose loved her brother, loved her cousins, but she had never been this close to any of them. Rose wished she was in on the joke.
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - kcstories - thanks lovely!
Rating - NC17
Word Count - ~3,400
Characters/Pairings - Hugo/James/Al
Warnings - Incest (Brothers and cousin)
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 - Hugo wants to be a part of James and Al's clique, no matter what.
Author's Notes - Told using the prompt Barebacking from my kink_bingo claim card, which can be found here. The title is shamelessly, shamelessly I tell you, taken from a Less Than Jake album title.
Two heads, one jet black and the other sandy brown, pressed close together as their owners shared yet another private joke.
Hugo loved his sister, dearly, but they were not this close. They did not spend an evening wrapped in each other's company, sharing joke after joke that was meaningless to the outer world. It wasn't that Hugo even wanted to be that close to his sister.
He wanted to be that close to James and Al.
Ever since he'd been old enough to feel anything beyond hunger, pain, or the need to sleep, Hugo had felt jealousy towards Al and James. They were his cousins, big and bold and afraid of nothing. They segued easily from conversation about Quidditch to conversation about world domination, always a step aside from everyone else in the room. Even when they fought, it was a contained fight; drawing in no one else, and fixable by no one else. And as they'd got older, James leaving school and Al following him a year later, the fights had tailed off. Hugo couldn't remember the last time he'd seen them bicker with each other; recently they'd seemed closer than ever before.
Their two families were as good as damn it one, always at the other's home, always spending time together. All of Hugo's most cherished memories involved being at the Potters' and being included in whatever game James and Al were playing. Time with his own family, time with his friends, none of it matched up to the moments when he, James and Al were together and facing the world.
A soft chuckle brought Hugo out of his thoughts, and he coloured up at the realisation he'd been staring and, worse, James and Al had caught him. James looked thoughtful and Al had a small smirk playing around his lips, somewhere between amusement and pity, Hugo thought.
"I might go to bed. You might as well come too, Jamie, you make that much noise getting undressed that you'll only wake me up again."
Al was the only person who called James Jamie, and Hugo would wager that if anyone else tried they'd find themselves on the receiving end of a very painful Bat Bogey Hex. Watching Al haul himself up and offer James a hand, Hugo wondered if any of his relatives saw how attuned James and Al were. Good nights were said, kisses dropped on Aunt Ginny and his Mum's cheeks. Hugo muttered under his breath, but Al made a point of walking past him on the way out.
Squeezing Hugo's shoulder, his fingers lingering just a little, Al smiled. "Night, Hugo."
"Yeah, night, Hugo," James followed Al up, glancing back once over his shoulder. Hugo wished he'd had the courage to meet James' eyes.
Biting on the inside of his cheek, Hugo tried to pay attention to the conversation around him. James and Al made it difficult for him to focus, difficult for him to do anything but long for their company, and not for the first time in his life, Hugo wondered if his infatuation with his cousins was entirely healthy.
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"Hey, Hugo."
Al sounded more alert than normal, and Hugo looked up from his book warily. It wouldn't be the first time he'd been the butt of one of Al and James' jokes. "Hey Al, James."
"We were going to go and play Quidditch for a while, if you want to join us?" James was never the one to instigate the pranks, so Hugo decided this was probably a genuine offer.
Folding down the top corner to mark his page, Hugo dropped his book onto the coffee table and stood up. "That sounds fun. But I wasn't on the House Quidditch team, not like you two."
"Don't worry..."
"...We'll go easy on you." Hugo knew what that meant, and yet Al still managed to make it sound loaded, sound more than it was.
Grabbing his broom from the closet under the stairs, Hugo brought up the end of the line as he followed Al and James out of the house and into the backyard. His family home was small and quaint, but the meadow behind it spread on for miles. With the Disillusionment and Privacy charms around the border, it was the perfect place to play Quidditch, even if Hugo was miserable at it. Rosie had got the Quidditch genes in his family; Hugo couldn't catch the Snitch to save his life, and his chasing skills were middle-of-the-road at best. But if it meant playing with James and Al, he'd suffer the indignity of being the crappiest player on the pitch happily.
True to form, Al and James flew rings around him, not out of spite but because they were so far out of his league in skill. Hugo was amazed that they'd both turned down Quidditch scholarships, instead both choosing to study to be Healers. Hugo would have killed for the skill to be able to play Quidditch professionally - an easy job and a ridiculous amount of money sounded like his idea of heaven.
He'd been sent to retrieve the Quaffle from a shot that James powered through the hoops and off through the sky, and as Hugo turned around to once again chide the both of them for turning down every Quidditch team in the country, he realised they were no longer in the air. Angling his broom down, Hugo dismounted clumsily and slung his broom over his shoulder, bringing his hand up to his eyes to shade them from the sun as he peered around. His cousins were gone, and Hugo couldn't keep the pout off his face. He'd been left out of their fun yet again.
Walking back towards the house, Hugo heard soft laughter coming from the tall pine trees that marked the boundaries of their land. Such fucking children, to run and hide from him in the woods. Hugo wanted to be able to walk back to the house, to withhold the satisfaction they'd get from him searching them out. But just like always, he was drawn to follow and find Al and James, no matter that they had left him to begin with.
Pushing a low branch out of his way, Hugo's broom rolled off his shoulder and dropped onto the springy grass with a soft thump. James was leaning against the tree, languid and relaxed looking as his hand clenched in Al's dark hair, bunching the shoulder-length locks up at the nape of Al's neck and angling Al's head. The blood rushed up to Hugo's skin, making not just his cheeks but his whole body blush as he watched their lips moving fluidly together, little flickers of entwined tongues just visible every now and then.
The picture was wrong, so wrong, and only made worse by the dull tug of arousal that it elicited in Hugo's belly. Leaving his broom on the ground, Hugo let the branch fall back into place. He shouldn't have seen that, not only because it shouldn't be happening - they were brothers, for Merlin's sakes - but because the intimacy of the moment was searing. Hugo knew that this was not the first time James and Al had kissed, and kissing was not the only thing they had done. He knew all of that from the way their bodies pressed together, the way that Al's hands rested on James' hips like he owned them. Hugo knew everything about their shared jokes and seeming otherness to the world, and he knew it should repulse him.
It didn't.
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Hugo turned the water up again, shutting his eyes and trying to burn out the memory of what he'd seen, trying to cauterize the need to act upon that knowledge and touch himself. Or them. It didn't work, and Hugo knew if he turned the water up again he'd be picking his skin up from the floor.
Turning the shower off in disgust, Hugo imagined his parents conceiving him, a sure-fire way to kill off an erection which had served him well through puberty, also known as the time of erections-when-the-wind-changed. Towelling off deliberately roughly, Hugo fully intended to go to bed and go to sleep. He'd come home and gone straight up to his bedroom, telling his mother he felt unwell so that he could avoid seeing James or Al again. They didn't know he'd seen them, and more than anything, Hugo felt a strong urgency to protect their secret.
Hugo left the towel slung around his waist and opened the bathroom door, feeling his skin bump up at the sudden rush of cold air that swooped into the bathroom. Padding quickly along the corridor, Hugo pushed open his bedroom door and closed it behind him, one hand still rubbing a small towel through his hair.
"You left your broom in the field."
Jolting and almost dropping his towel, Hugo looked out from under his damp fringe and stared at Al. He and James were sprawled out on Hugo's bed as though they belonged there, and Hugo had to make an effort not to stare at the way James' shirt had ridden up his stomach, exposing a strip of skin scattered with light brown hairs.
Hugo didn't know what to say, but he felt no relief when James stood up and walked over to him, that same loose, easy smile that played so often around Al's lips now bending his own. "We know you saw us, Hugo. We let you see us."
"I can't... you shouldn't..." Hugo stammered helplessly, wanting to turn around so that he didn't have his back to James, but knowing that would expose him to Al.
James circled him once and came to a stop behind Hugo, so close that Hugo could feel the water still on his skin soaking into James' shirt and making it cling to his body. "Why not? We're not hurting anyone."
"You hurt me," Al murmured, standing up and walking towards Hugo, making Hugo feel more and more like prey.
"Only when you beg for it."
Biting down on his lip, Hugo fought the urge to close his eyes. Yes, he'd always wanted to be in on James and Al's secret, always wanted to be a part of their exclusive little gang. But if this was the secret, did he really want in on it? Did Hugo want to be included badly enough to ignore every moral, every principle his mother had instilled in him?
Al's voice was barely above a whisper, and Hugo felt the words against his cheek on Al's aspirated breath more than he heard them. "We can leave, if you want."
Later, he could tell himself he'd meant something else, meant for them to stop this and leave. But for now, Hugo wanted to be in. He wanted to share what they had, to be as happy as they always looked together. He wanted to be part of them. "No."
"We hoped you'd say that."
Whether Hugo was meant to respond to that or not was a moot point; Al's lips closed over his a split-second after they finished forming the final syllable. If Hugo was going to Hell - and he had no doubt he was - he was going to go enjoying it. This wasn't his first time, and he managed to move his hands with more confidence than he felt, burying one in Al's hair like he'd watched James do, and curling the other behind him and around James' neck. Running his tongue firmly over Al's lips, Hugo took the access granted and slipped into Al's mouth, running over the smooth, straight teeth and tangling his tongue up with Al's. He could hear James' moaning, knew he was watching, but nothing could hit home James' arousal like his hard cock poking against Hugo's bum.
Breaking away from Al, Hugo rubbed his arse back shamelessly. "What was your plan?"
"Seduce you. We didn't dare plan any further."
Hugo laughed, appreciating James' honesty; it made him feel a little less out of sorts. Turning around slowly, Hugo marvelled at the way Al could mould to his back like silk, and took the initiative this time. He had to lean up slightly to be level with James, but it was worth it for the look of pleasure on James' face right before Hugo kissed him. James tasted sharper than Al, more dangerous, which surprised Hugo. Al was the weird one, the one that would suddenly belt out a random song lyric after an hour of silence, or fly up onto the roof to jump around trying to catch the clouds. James was straight and sensible, honest and to the point. And apparently a big fan of cinnamon chewing gum.
"Fine, just ignore me."
James pulled away from the kiss with a disgruntled harrumph, and Hugo laughed softly as he watched James bickering with Al, backing him over to the bed.
"Always ruining the moment, Al. Here I am trying to seduce our gorgeous cousin, and you're whining about not being included."
"You know I hate being left out."
"Fine, fine. Hugo, come and help me shut up Al's whining)."
Hugo's legs obeyed the command, and the rational part of his brain, the part that should be protesting this liaison long and loud, had evidentially handed in its notice and left the building, because Hugo was no longer worried about the moral validity of this encounter. No, he was worried about when he'd next get to touch one or both of his cousins again, and just how long he'd have to wait.
James and Al had settled back onto his bed, James sprawled in a half-sitting position against the headboard, and Al knelt between his legs. They were kissing passionately, all tongues and clacking teeth, desperation colouring the embrace. Hugo could feel his cock hardening, pulling the terrycloth material of the towel across his thighs, shifting it and tenting it. Before he could ask what he should do, James ended the kiss and lifted his wand.
The privacy wards made the hairs on Hugo's arms stand on end, and he smiled nervously. This was actually happening. James muttered two more spells, which made Al squirm and chuckle darkly on the bed, and Hugo didn't have to be a genius to work out what they were. "Where do you want me?"
"Where do you want to be? Al's tight little arse, or his talented mouth?"
"I don't get a go on both?"
James laughed, and Al winked at him saucily. "There's my bold, brash cousin. You get as many goes as you want, Hugo. But I'm wearing altogether too many clothes to be happy."
Before Hugo could even suggest undressing, James had waved his wand again, leaving both him and Al naked on the bed, and Hugo the most over-dressed person in the world. Watching them watching him, Hugo pulled the edge of the towel free, letting the material fall to the floor. Just because he was bad at Quidditch didn't mean he didn't exercise - he wanted to be an Auror, after all - and Hugo knew he looked good. He was compact, not too bulky, and only an inch or two shorter than he'd like to be.
Their positioning on the bed left a logical gap for him, and as Hugo climbed onto his knees at the foot of the bed, he couldn't take his eyes off Al, bent over and completely open. The two of them held too much power, and Hugo leant forwards on a whim, dragging his tongue the length of Al's cleft. The cherry lubricant was sickly sweet on his tongue, but Hugo went back again, rubbing the flat of his tongue around Al's rim as he listened to his cousin whimper.
"Fucking hell, Hugo, who've you been sleeping with?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," Hugo teased James effortlessly, taking his prick in hand and lining himself up with Al's arse. Waiting until Al looked over his shoulder and met his eyes, Hugo hung on for the tiny nod before he pushed the head of his prick into Al's arse.
With every taboo shattered, Hugo didn't see the point in rushing the job. He wanted to enjoy every second, every single sensation as Al's arse, tight even with the stretching charms, split open to accommodate his prick. He could feel James' eyes on him, but Hugo couldn't tear his gaze away from the sight of Al's rim, stretched tight around Hugo's shaft and shiny with lube.
"How does he feel, Al?"
"Fuck... good... fuck..."
Al's incoherence was electrifying, making Hugo tremble that he could make Al sound like that, and clearly had the same effect on James, whose voice hitched and caught as he asked, "Is he bigger than me?"
"Hellfire... dead-on the same. Long and thick and ngh fucking good."
Hugo preened under the praise, jolting his hips forwards sharply and burying the last inch of his shaft in Al's arse. He finally looked up, meeting James' eyes as James chuckled softly. "Who'd have thought. Our cocks must be on Weasley women genes too, then."
"Or we're not the only siblings to fuck," Al countered darkly, wriggling back against Hugo and settling his lower half on the bed more comfortably. That particularly squeamish statement hung in the air for a few seconds before James grunted and jolted, making the entire bed shake.
"Fuck, Al! Warn me before you do that!"
Al's apology was muffled, as though he had something in his mouth, and Hugo put two and two together. Leaning slightly to the side, he could just see James' prick sliding in and out of Al's mouth, and though it hurt his neck, Hugo held that position as he started rolling his hips slowly, getting used to the feeling of Al around him before he started thrusting properly.
Rocking his hips back and forth, Hugo closed his eyes and let himself go, focusing on the pleasure coiling tight in his belly as he rutted into Al's arse. Nothing else mattered, he was finally in on their joke, finally a part of the intimacy that had driven him mad for years, and it was better than he could have ever imagined. Snaking his hand around Al's body to tug on Al's prick harshly, Hugo waited until he could hear Al grunting around his mouthful, until Al's inner muscles clenched down around him in a knee-jerk reflex and hot liquid dribbled down his fingers, before he finally let go. Burying his cock in to the balls, Hugo ground down against Al's arse, body going rigid as he spilled into Al's arse, long, never-ending ropes of pleasure.
Vaguely, he was aware of James' moans reaching a crescendo, was aware that it was difficult to keep himself upright. Opening his eyes, Hugo sank down on his haunches, staring at his cock as it slipped, shiny and softening, from Al's arse. He looked up as the bed shifted, watched Al slithering up the bed and kissing James gently before nuzzling in against his body. Suddenly Hugo didn't feel so included, didn't feel like a part of the intimacy, and the buzz from his orgasm vanished in a second.
But before he could do or say something stupid, James had extended his arm, as many nerves evident in James' eyes as Hugo felt in his heart. The warm buzz returned as James whispered, "C'mere."
The simple invitation held much more, and Hugo faltered only a moment before he accepted it, moving up the bed and collapsing, a little on Al, a little on James, and a little on the bed. Sighing softly, Hugo closed his eyes and wondered if they could get away with sleeping here, just like this. He was old enough that his parents didn't come into his bedroom anymore without advance notice.
"So, do you fancy staying over at ours the rest of the summer?"
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Three heads, one jet black, one sandy brown, and the third rusty red, pressed close together as their owners shared yet another private joke.
Rose loved her brother, loved her cousins, but she had never been this close to any of them. Rose wished she was in on the joke.