Winter Shorts 2008 Round Two: Fic - Kissing Practice - PG-13
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Title: Kissing Practice
Author: snarkyscorp
Prompt: #102 - Friendship, first kiss, workaholic
Prompt Given by: Anonymous
Word Count: 1180
Rating: PG-13
Betas: nolagal
Author’s Notes: nolagal was a wonderful beta and pointed out that ghosts might not knock over books as I mention they do here. >.>! I may be unfounded and slightly (hardcore) wrong about it, but I sort of like it and am stubborn and it got to be too late to worry about editing. So, apologies if it’s horribly distracting.
Summary: Albus needs some kissing practice and seeks out Scorpius for help.
Friday night found Scorpius in his usual spot, working a late shift at the library, as an assistant to Professor Binns, who had since ‘retired’ from his teaching position. Binns was supposed to keep watch over the students but more often than not he simply lectured his way about the stacks ceaselessly, knocking over rows of books in his wake. Students took advantage of him endlessly, and it fell to Scorpius to discipline them. This proved to make his life miserable in social circles. Telling a pretty girl she couldn’t check out certain books without consent didn’t bode well the next day when he tried to ask her out.
Not that he had much experience at all in asking girls out. His life was compiled of working at the library, studying for exams, and reading up on Auror studies in the Ravenclaw Common Room. It was clear he didn’t have many friends, but it never seemed to bother him.
The evening progressed as it normally would have as Binns knocked over a whole row of defensive magic tomes. Scorpius knelt to pick them up and began to file appropriately.
"Horace Huckleby goes before Gilbert Goodson," Scorpius said aloud, eyes raking over the shelves as he tapped his wand to each book’s spine and lifted them wordlessly to their proper place. "Mm, Matilda Jenkins, where do you belong?" He sat back a little, leaning as he raised the book up towards the middle of the large shelf and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his sharp nose.
"Do you always talk to yourself, Malfoy?"
At the sound of a voice behind him, Scorpius jumped and fell back from his crouching position. Secrets of Defensive Success landed hard atop his head and his wand clattered to the floor. Exhaling a thick curse, Scorpius swiped the book off his face and turned, eyes narrowed on Albus Potter, whose smug Slytherin grin would be noticeable from across the bloody room it was so big.
"What do you want, Potter?" he bit out, flushed.
"I asked if you always talk to yourself. Are you deaf as well as dumb or just unused to social conversations?"
"Is there something I can help you with is what I meant," he replied, chewing the inside of his cheeks tensely.
"I’m looking for a book."
"That’s obvious, as you’re in a library." Scorpius grabbed his wand and tucked it in his pocket as he stood to his feet. "Any particular subject?"
"Kissing."
For a moment, Scorpius felt he might have needed to clean his ears. He hesitated, considered Albus’ words, and let the actual statement sink in. "Certainly...Albus Potter doesn’t need a book to learn how to kiss."
"He might," Albus hummed, "As he’s never done it before."
His words were so weird they were almost foreign. Scorpius had always been sure that along with the throng of endless admirers, friends, and obsessive firsties that hung about Albus Potter also came a plethora of opportunities for a great deal more than kissing. Yet Potter didn’t appear to be joking, even if he wasn’t ashamed of his lack of experience. Before Scorpius could manage to respond, Albus closed the distance between them, forcing Scorpius to stiffen, eyes wide.
"Of course," Albus was saying, "He’d much rather have practical experience than read about how to do it in some book."
"Then I think you’re in the wrong place," Scorpius whispered, finally taking a step back, head bumping against the shelves gracelessly. "Hogwarts doesn’t have a brothel."
Albus’ laugh buzzed in the scant inches between them, and Scorpius found it wasn’t altogether unbearable. Neither was the Slytherin’s striking smile, which spread across his face handsomely. Scorpius could smell the mint of Albus’ toothpaste when he exhaled.
"If I were looking for a brothel, I doubt I’d be interested in just a kiss, Malfoy."
"What are you interested in then?" Scorpius asked, breathing heavy. "Because I don’t think you and I are on the same page."
"Oh, I think we are. I think you’ve never been kissed either and would love to learn how, wouldn’t you? And then, after we’ve both tried it with each other, we can move on to try it with other people without fear of botching it up."
"What makes you think I’ve never been kissed, Potter? For all you know, I’ve done it loads of times."
"I think if you’d kissed loads of others, you wouldn’t be tenting your trousers so badly." Albus’ right palm closed over the half-hard bulge between Scorpius’ thighs.
"Bloody hell!" Scorpius growled, turning his face away as Albus pressed up close.
"Oh be quiet," Albus hummed, "Nothing to be ashamed of, fancying blokes."
"I don’t fancy blokes!" Scorpius hissed, but he was hard, and it was admittedly the first time he’d ever been that way in front of someone else, so fast too, like he would have been turned on just standing near Potter or hearing his voice.
"Sure are fooling me," Albus chuckled, grinning. "Just kiss me. Just once, and then I’ll go away, I promise." When Scorpius didn’t immediately answer, Albus chewed on his lower lip thoughtfully and tipped his head to catch Scorpius’ gaze. "Come on. Please? Don’t make me beg, but please?" His smile was bright, convincing, and handsome.
"And you’ll leave me alone?" Scorpius asked, aching for privacy.
"Promise! Cross my heart and all that nonsense."
Scorpius cleared his throat, shifted, and closed his eyes. Lips puckered horribly, he waited for Albus to move in.
He was unprepared for how good it felt, how long it lasted, and how smooth Potter’s mouth was, how unbearably sweet he tasted - mint toothpaste and chocolates. At first, it was sort of weird, kissing someone else, as it wasn’t at all like practicing on the back of his hand. But Albus’ mouth had all these crevices and it was warm and wet and when Albus sucked against his tongue it drove him wild. Then Albus was nibbling at his lower lip, fingers tangled in Scorpius’ hair, and licking experimentally at the roof of his mouth. Scorpius tipped his head back, eyes rolling pleasantly. When he reached out to touch Albus in turn, the other boy pulled away, and Scorpius found himself feeling colder than usual.
"That was easy," Albus said, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm. "Was it alright? How was I?"
Scorpius wasn’t sure whether to be honest or crush Potter’s ego with a perfect lie. He settled somewhere in between with, "It was good."
"Yeah?" Albus asked, grinning. "Your mouth is real warm."
Something inside Scorpius was aching, and he wished Potter would just go away and leave him alone for good. "Thanks," he murmured, turning to crouch away from Potter to start with his books again.
"So I guess if I need more practice I know where to find you," Albus said. "Thanks, mate."
It took Scorpius a long time to recover, and even once he’d sorted through all the books, he was sure his lips still tingled and he could taste Albus Potter everywhere.
Disclaimer: This piece of fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made, no copyright or trademark infringement, or offence is intended. All characters depicted in sexual situations are above the age of consent.
Title: Kissing Practice
Author: snarkyscorp
Prompt: #102 - Friendship, first kiss, workaholic
Prompt Given by: Anonymous
Word Count: 1180
Rating: PG-13
Betas: nolagal
Author’s Notes: nolagal was a wonderful beta and pointed out that ghosts might not knock over books as I mention they do here. >.>! I may be unfounded and slightly (hardcore) wrong about it, but I sort of like it and am stubborn and it got to be too late to worry about editing. So, apologies if it’s horribly distracting.
Summary: Albus needs some kissing practice and seeks out Scorpius for help.
Friday night found Scorpius in his usual spot, working a late shift at the library, as an assistant to Professor Binns, who had since ‘retired’ from his teaching position. Binns was supposed to keep watch over the students but more often than not he simply lectured his way about the stacks ceaselessly, knocking over rows of books in his wake. Students took advantage of him endlessly, and it fell to Scorpius to discipline them. This proved to make his life miserable in social circles. Telling a pretty girl she couldn’t check out certain books without consent didn’t bode well the next day when he tried to ask her out.
Not that he had much experience at all in asking girls out. His life was compiled of working at the library, studying for exams, and reading up on Auror studies in the Ravenclaw Common Room. It was clear he didn’t have many friends, but it never seemed to bother him.
The evening progressed as it normally would have as Binns knocked over a whole row of defensive magic tomes. Scorpius knelt to pick them up and began to file appropriately.
"Horace Huckleby goes before Gilbert Goodson," Scorpius said aloud, eyes raking over the shelves as he tapped his wand to each book’s spine and lifted them wordlessly to their proper place. "Mm, Matilda Jenkins, where do you belong?" He sat back a little, leaning as he raised the book up towards the middle of the large shelf and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his sharp nose.
"Do you always talk to yourself, Malfoy?"
At the sound of a voice behind him, Scorpius jumped and fell back from his crouching position. Secrets of Defensive Success landed hard atop his head and his wand clattered to the floor. Exhaling a thick curse, Scorpius swiped the book off his face and turned, eyes narrowed on Albus Potter, whose smug Slytherin grin would be noticeable from across the bloody room it was so big.
"What do you want, Potter?" he bit out, flushed.
"I asked if you always talk to yourself. Are you deaf as well as dumb or just unused to social conversations?"
"Is there something I can help you with is what I meant," he replied, chewing the inside of his cheeks tensely.
"I’m looking for a book."
"That’s obvious, as you’re in a library." Scorpius grabbed his wand and tucked it in his pocket as he stood to his feet. "Any particular subject?"
"Kissing."
For a moment, Scorpius felt he might have needed to clean his ears. He hesitated, considered Albus’ words, and let the actual statement sink in. "Certainly...Albus Potter doesn’t need a book to learn how to kiss."
"He might," Albus hummed, "As he’s never done it before."
His words were so weird they were almost foreign. Scorpius had always been sure that along with the throng of endless admirers, friends, and obsessive firsties that hung about Albus Potter also came a plethora of opportunities for a great deal more than kissing. Yet Potter didn’t appear to be joking, even if he wasn’t ashamed of his lack of experience. Before Scorpius could manage to respond, Albus closed the distance between them, forcing Scorpius to stiffen, eyes wide.
"Of course," Albus was saying, "He’d much rather have practical experience than read about how to do it in some book."
"Then I think you’re in the wrong place," Scorpius whispered, finally taking a step back, head bumping against the shelves gracelessly. "Hogwarts doesn’t have a brothel."
Albus’ laugh buzzed in the scant inches between them, and Scorpius found it wasn’t altogether unbearable. Neither was the Slytherin’s striking smile, which spread across his face handsomely. Scorpius could smell the mint of Albus’ toothpaste when he exhaled.
"If I were looking for a brothel, I doubt I’d be interested in just a kiss, Malfoy."
"What are you interested in then?" Scorpius asked, breathing heavy. "Because I don’t think you and I are on the same page."
"Oh, I think we are. I think you’ve never been kissed either and would love to learn how, wouldn’t you? And then, after we’ve both tried it with each other, we can move on to try it with other people without fear of botching it up."
"What makes you think I’ve never been kissed, Potter? For all you know, I’ve done it loads of times."
"I think if you’d kissed loads of others, you wouldn’t be tenting your trousers so badly." Albus’ right palm closed over the half-hard bulge between Scorpius’ thighs.
"Bloody hell!" Scorpius growled, turning his face away as Albus pressed up close.
"Oh be quiet," Albus hummed, "Nothing to be ashamed of, fancying blokes."
"I don’t fancy blokes!" Scorpius hissed, but he was hard, and it was admittedly the first time he’d ever been that way in front of someone else, so fast too, like he would have been turned on just standing near Potter or hearing his voice.
"Sure are fooling me," Albus chuckled, grinning. "Just kiss me. Just once, and then I’ll go away, I promise." When Scorpius didn’t immediately answer, Albus chewed on his lower lip thoughtfully and tipped his head to catch Scorpius’ gaze. "Come on. Please? Don’t make me beg, but please?" His smile was bright, convincing, and handsome.
"And you’ll leave me alone?" Scorpius asked, aching for privacy.
"Promise! Cross my heart and all that nonsense."
Scorpius cleared his throat, shifted, and closed his eyes. Lips puckered horribly, he waited for Albus to move in.
He was unprepared for how good it felt, how long it lasted, and how smooth Potter’s mouth was, how unbearably sweet he tasted - mint toothpaste and chocolates. At first, it was sort of weird, kissing someone else, as it wasn’t at all like practicing on the back of his hand. But Albus’ mouth had all these crevices and it was warm and wet and when Albus sucked against his tongue it drove him wild. Then Albus was nibbling at his lower lip, fingers tangled in Scorpius’ hair, and licking experimentally at the roof of his mouth. Scorpius tipped his head back, eyes rolling pleasantly. When he reached out to touch Albus in turn, the other boy pulled away, and Scorpius found himself feeling colder than usual.
"That was easy," Albus said, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm. "Was it alright? How was I?"
Scorpius wasn’t sure whether to be honest or crush Potter’s ego with a perfect lie. He settled somewhere in between with, "It was good."
"Yeah?" Albus asked, grinning. "Your mouth is real warm."
Something inside Scorpius was aching, and he wished Potter would just go away and leave him alone for good. "Thanks," he murmured, turning to crouch away from Potter to start with his books again.
"So I guess if I need more practice I know where to find you," Albus said. "Thanks, mate."
It took Scorpius a long time to recover, and even once he’d sorted through all the books, he was sure his lips still tingled and he could taste Albus Potter everywhere.
Disclaimer: This piece of fiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made, no copyright or trademark infringement, or offence is intended. All characters depicted in sexual situations are above the age of consent.