FIC: Unexpected, Harry/Scorpius
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This is the third in my installments of quirky, fucked up, dark little ficlets for the clever people that guessed my
hp_nextgen_fest fic.
The first two were:
BulletProof Teddy/James for
snegurochka_lee
Crime and Punishment Draco/James for
snarkyscorp
My muse is a bit twisted lately. So along the same lines, I give you:
Title: Unexpected
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, rimming, slight mindfuck, Age Desparity (40+/20)
Word Count: 1100
Pairing: Harry/Scorpius, Spoilery pairing: *Al/Scorpius*
Summary: One of Scorpius's many fantasies about Harry Potter comes to be, but it doesn't go as expected.
Author's Note: for
nolagal for her excellent guessing skills. Prompt: Harry/Scorpius, shower. Thank you to
softly_sweetly for the beta.
Unexpected
"Mind if I join you?"
I jump and I nearly lose my balance on the slippery shower floor. I throw a hand out to brace myself and with the other I cover my bits. After a deep breath, I turn to see the unexpected visitor. Harry fucking Potter is standing there, holding open the shower curtain. He is right there, getting Al's ratty bathrobe soaked as the spray catches his hand and rolls down his wrist. The threadbare cuff darkens as he waits for my answer.
"Scorpius?"
He doesn't have glasses on, I notice. In my fantasies he always has glasses on. That's my first clue. My second is that the words always come easily to me when I'm alone, my hands beneath the covers. He'd say something sexy and I'd say something clever. We'd smile and laugh and yeah, that'd be it for the foreplay. Never would he just stand there a little awkward, a little shy and just… wait. Mostly any hesitation that would sneak into my fantasies would be filled with one of us blurting out 'Can I suck your cock?' That always moved things along.
But Harry fucking Potter is – for real – waiting for me to say that 'something clever' and bloody hell if I can think of a single word to say.
"Er," he says, a little frustrated now. "Can I come in? I want to take a shower with you."
Wow. That was hotter than one would think.
"Merlin." My voice cracks. Twenty years old and my voice cracks over a two syllable word.
He looks a bit panicked. His eyes dart to the door and there is no way I'm going to let him leave. I step further into the shower to make room. Dialogue is overrated anyway. He slips Al's robe onto the floor and steps in beside me. We stare at each other's cocks for a minute.
He's hairier than I expected. I must have said that out loud because he chuckles and then he kisses me. He kisses me like he's fantasised about it at least as long as I have.
Harry fucking Potter's tongue is down my throat. The only thing better than that is his hand kneading my arse. My cock and his are both pretty keen. As I shift a bit to improve the angle of the snog, they knock together and fuck, yeah.
I tilt my head back and groan and get treated with a mouth full of water from the shower spray.
He pats my back until I stop coughing. That shit never happens in my fantasies. But he has lined up our cocks again and my mortification takes a holiday.
I've played every kink I know in my head over the years: mutual wanks and blowjobs, his cock up my arse and even mine up his (I blacked out after that wank). I want to know what he wants, what he needs because this is Harry fucking Potter and I used to sleep with his Chocolate Frog Card under my pillow.
I stop him from pulling my dick because, yeah – not going to last- and I ask, "How do you want me?" His eyes darken and I'm chuffed that I pulled off my rumbly-sexy voice this time.
He smiles and says, "Let's start with my tongue up your arse."
I whimper. Thank Merlin I wanked already this morning or I'd be spouting all over his hand right now.
He turns me around, spreads my legs and lifts one of my feet onto the side of the tub. Over my shoulder I see him drop to his knees. The shower is hitting my chest and rolling hot water down my cock. The second he spreads my cheeks, my knees give out and I thrust my hands out to the tiled walls.
His tongue swipes my hole and I cry out his name. Not the Mr. Potter I've being using since Al and I became friends, but Harry because he has his tongue in my arse, so I'm allowed.
He licks and sucks and kisses until I am whimpering. Then he starts to tongue fuck me and I'm so close but I don't dare let go of the wall.
"Harry, now, please. Fuck, now."
I think maybe I should have put up a Silencing Charm because Al might come home soon and find me and his dad 'breaking in' the loo. But fuck that. I can't think of anything but the amazing feeling going on in my arse.
"Harry!" I call out.
The door to the toilet bangs open. Fuck, I think. Al.
But when I turn, it's not Al. It's Harry. Mr. Potter. His eyes are wide as he looks at us – first me, then the person behind me. After a couple blinks, his cheeks turn red and his eyes narrow.
"What the FUCK!" I shout over my shoulder because the Harry in the shower has my arse still spread wide with his finger tips.
"Oh, God. Dad," the one behind me says. He lets go of my arse and fumbles to stand. "I'm – God – I'm so sorry."
"Al?" Mr. Potter says, not just a little horrified.
The one that is not Harry, reaches for Al's robe to cover himself.
I sink to the floor of the shower as it all clicks into place. That drunken conversation from a month ago, confiding one stupid fantasy to my flat-mate in moment of drunken loneliness. That funny hopeful look he'd given me, as if I hadn't just admitted I wanked over his father.
"Get out," I whisper and wrap my arms around my knees and tuck in my chin.
"Scorpius, I thought you realised–" my ex-best friend says and touches my shoulder, though his hands are not his own.
I don't look at him.
"Get the fuck out of here. Both of you!" My voice is raw and sharp. They leave then, but I can hear their not so quiet shouting match through the door.
I sit in the shower half listening, half in another world. I hear a muffled, 'I thought that's what he wanted'. My stomach lurches and I think I am going to vomit.
The water cascading over me has long since turned cold. I barely notice. I am numb.
~fin~
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nextgendarkfest!!!! Woot! I'm no sure I'm dark enough to write for it, but it will be on my reading list. Until it makes me cry. :D
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BulletProof Teddy/James for
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Crime and Punishment Draco/James for
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My muse is a bit twisted lately. So along the same lines, I give you:
Title: Unexpected
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, rimming, slight mindfuck, Age Desparity (40+/20)
Word Count: 1100
Pairing: Harry/Scorpius, Spoilery pairing: *Al/Scorpius*
Summary: One of Scorpius's many fantasies about Harry Potter comes to be, but it doesn't go as expected.
Author's Note: for
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Unexpected
"Mind if I join you?"
I jump and I nearly lose my balance on the slippery shower floor. I throw a hand out to brace myself and with the other I cover my bits. After a deep breath, I turn to see the unexpected visitor. Harry fucking Potter is standing there, holding open the shower curtain. He is right there, getting Al's ratty bathrobe soaked as the spray catches his hand and rolls down his wrist. The threadbare cuff darkens as he waits for my answer.
"Scorpius?"
He doesn't have glasses on, I notice. In my fantasies he always has glasses on. That's my first clue. My second is that the words always come easily to me when I'm alone, my hands beneath the covers. He'd say something sexy and I'd say something clever. We'd smile and laugh and yeah, that'd be it for the foreplay. Never would he just stand there a little awkward, a little shy and just… wait. Mostly any hesitation that would sneak into my fantasies would be filled with one of us blurting out 'Can I suck your cock?' That always moved things along.
But Harry fucking Potter is – for real – waiting for me to say that 'something clever' and bloody hell if I can think of a single word to say.
"Er," he says, a little frustrated now. "Can I come in? I want to take a shower with you."
Wow. That was hotter than one would think.
"Merlin." My voice cracks. Twenty years old and my voice cracks over a two syllable word.
He looks a bit panicked. His eyes dart to the door and there is no way I'm going to let him leave. I step further into the shower to make room. Dialogue is overrated anyway. He slips Al's robe onto the floor and steps in beside me. We stare at each other's cocks for a minute.
He's hairier than I expected. I must have said that out loud because he chuckles and then he kisses me. He kisses me like he's fantasised about it at least as long as I have.
Harry fucking Potter's tongue is down my throat. The only thing better than that is his hand kneading my arse. My cock and his are both pretty keen. As I shift a bit to improve the angle of the snog, they knock together and fuck, yeah.
I tilt my head back and groan and get treated with a mouth full of water from the shower spray.
He pats my back until I stop coughing. That shit never happens in my fantasies. But he has lined up our cocks again and my mortification takes a holiday.
I've played every kink I know in my head over the years: mutual wanks and blowjobs, his cock up my arse and even mine up his (I blacked out after that wank). I want to know what he wants, what he needs because this is Harry fucking Potter and I used to sleep with his Chocolate Frog Card under my pillow.
I stop him from pulling my dick because, yeah – not going to last- and I ask, "How do you want me?" His eyes darken and I'm chuffed that I pulled off my rumbly-sexy voice this time.
He smiles and says, "Let's start with my tongue up your arse."
I whimper. Thank Merlin I wanked already this morning or I'd be spouting all over his hand right now.
He turns me around, spreads my legs and lifts one of my feet onto the side of the tub. Over my shoulder I see him drop to his knees. The shower is hitting my chest and rolling hot water down my cock. The second he spreads my cheeks, my knees give out and I thrust my hands out to the tiled walls.
His tongue swipes my hole and I cry out his name. Not the Mr. Potter I've being using since Al and I became friends, but Harry because he has his tongue in my arse, so I'm allowed.
He licks and sucks and kisses until I am whimpering. Then he starts to tongue fuck me and I'm so close but I don't dare let go of the wall.
"Harry, now, please. Fuck, now."
I think maybe I should have put up a Silencing Charm because Al might come home soon and find me and his dad 'breaking in' the loo. But fuck that. I can't think of anything but the amazing feeling going on in my arse.
"Harry!" I call out.
The door to the toilet bangs open. Fuck, I think. Al.
But when I turn, it's not Al. It's Harry. Mr. Potter. His eyes are wide as he looks at us – first me, then the person behind me. After a couple blinks, his cheeks turn red and his eyes narrow.
"What the FUCK!" I shout over my shoulder because the Harry in the shower has my arse still spread wide with his finger tips.
"Oh, God. Dad," the one behind me says. He lets go of my arse and fumbles to stand. "I'm – God – I'm so sorry."
"Al?" Mr. Potter says, not just a little horrified.
The one that is not Harry, reaches for Al's robe to cover himself.
I sink to the floor of the shower as it all clicks into place. That drunken conversation from a month ago, confiding one stupid fantasy to my flat-mate in moment of drunken loneliness. That funny hopeful look he'd given me, as if I hadn't just admitted I wanked over his father.
"Get out," I whisper and wrap my arms around my knees and tuck in my chin.
"Scorpius, I thought you realised–" my ex-best friend says and touches my shoulder, though his hands are not his own.
I don't look at him.
"Get the fuck out of here. Both of you!" My voice is raw and sharp. They leave then, but I can hear their not so quiet shouting match through the door.
I sit in the shower half listening, half in another world. I hear a muffled, 'I thought that's what he wanted'. My stomach lurches and I think I am going to vomit.
The water cascading over me has long since turned cold. I barely notice. I am numb.
~fin~
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Date: 2009-02-19 03:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-19 05:32 pm (UTC)Anyhoooo... Thank so much for reading and commenting. I'm not sure how much you read cross gen, so I was totally chuffed to see this comment. :D
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Date: 2009-02-19 04:06 pm (UTC)Brilliant idea, brilliantly executed, darling
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Date: 2009-02-19 05:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-19 04:09 pm (UTC)Fabulous! Thank you!!!!!
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Date: 2009-02-19 05:37 pm (UTC)I thought it might be since he was wearing Al's robe.
I wanted to hint, but not to be too obvious.
Harry would of course me mortified and turned on. How could he not. This is SCORPIUS. ;)
thanks hun, I'm so glad you liked.
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Date: 2009-02-19 04:26 pm (UTC)I choked on my tea when I read that particular line.
Snerks and giggles aside, WOW that is one wonderfully dark ending! Jesus, you seriously took me from giggling and leering playfully to open-mouthed gaping.
Excellent little piece.
*begins the slow-clap*
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Date: 2009-02-19 05:40 pm (UTC)I was hoping to get people lost in the simple pwp of it, then pull the rug out. I'm thrilled that you enjoyed. ♥
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Date: 2009-02-19 04:37 pm (UTC)You can totally write for darkfest babe. Come on. The fluff ship has obviously sailed for you... ;)
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Date: 2009-02-19 05:53 pm (UTC)OMG, I so didn't see that coming. YAY!!! I wasn't sure if I tipped my hat (tipped my hand??) too soon. Did you highlight the pairing? I'm curious if that ruins it.
Maybe I could write for the fest, but I'm afraid I might get kicked out if my request says "What you want to receive: please nothing too dark or too angsty. and I scare easily." :D
Maybe I'll pinch hit, so that no one has to write a 'not really dark' fic for the wuss.
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Date: 2009-02-19 04:39 pm (UTC)There, all better. What? Not what happened? I can't hear you lalalalalalala.
(It was really very good. I didn't see it coming at all, and it made my stomach lurch right along with poor Scorpius.)
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Date: 2009-02-19 05:57 pm (UTC)It all quiet and candle-lit and little painful but mostly healing. Then there is an awkward hug and a kiss on the cheek and it's wonderfully hopeful.
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Date: 2009-02-19 06:26 pm (UTC)Re: Unexpected
Date: 2009-02-20 02:44 am (UTC)Re: Unexpected
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Date: 2009-02-19 06:32 pm (UTC)And you know I smiled when I read. and I used to sleep with his Chocolate Frog Card under my pillow.
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Date: 2009-02-20 02:46 am (UTC)YAY! *dances*
Oh, man I laughed to myself when I wrote that line. I actually wondered if it was 'too much', ya know? people were going to say 'STFU already! we get it CFC's and H/Sc.' *g*
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Date: 2009-02-19 06:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-20 02:49 am (UTC)and thank you so much for the rec. I actually hadn't read either of the H/Sc that you also recced. o.O I am obviously too far behind on my reading!
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Date: 2009-02-19 07:07 pm (UTC)I can't imagine how they can sort this mess out :(
Oops I forgot to tell you that this is a very interesting read ... *Hugs you*
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Date: 2009-02-20 02:52 am (UTC)My thoughts: http://marguerite-26.livejournal.com/261497.html?thread=2799481#t2799481
There. happy ending. :)
Sorry this wasn't exactly a glorious H/Sc that might get you in the mood to write. My nextgen fic is a bit better, though you might not like the Scorpius.
Thanks for reading, pie! ♥
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Date: 2009-02-19 07:09 pm (UTC)Just so you know, Maggie, your dialogue and Scorpius-voice are getting better and better with each fic. Not that they were ever not good, but they're just fantastic now. You do the first person so well.
Loved these bits: He pats my back until I stop coughing. That shit never happens in my fantasies. But he has lined up our cocks again and my mortification takes a holiday.
I want to know what he wants, what he needs because this is Harry fucking Potter and I used to sleep with his Chocolate Frog Card under my pillow.
I sink to the floor of the shower as it all clicks into place. That drunken conversation from a month ago, confiding one stupid fantasy to my flat-mate in moment of drunken loneliness. That funny hopeful look he'd given me, as if I hadn't just admitted I wanked over his father.
Great work, dear.
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Date: 2009-02-20 02:56 am (UTC)*beams* what a lovely thing to say. These things do tend to take a few trials to figure out. I LOVE first person. It is so EASY. The words just flow... but I'm very afraid to abuse it. So I save it for times like this when I need the POV to be narrow and the emotional impact to be high.
Thanks for reading and all your support with my writing. You are fabulous.
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Date: 2009-02-19 07:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-20 03:01 am (UTC)*revives*
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Date: 2009-02-19 08:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-20 03:03 am (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting. Very appreciated.
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Date: 2009-02-19 08:56 pm (UTC)I want to cuddle Scorpius so badly now! T.T I wonder if he and Al are going to get into a hexing match at some point? That would be fun to watch. It also makes me wonder if Al has feelings for his flat-mate o.o
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Date: 2009-02-20 03:09 am (UTC)I think Al has been crushing on Scorpius and desperate to find a way to be with him, even to the point of ridiculously misinterpreting Scorpius's drunken ramblings. :D
Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2009-02-19 09:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-20 03:12 am (UTC)Glad it worked. *g*
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Date: 2009-02-19 09:11 pm (UTC)Al? I just want to hit him.
Great little story, though I'm now dying to know what happens next.
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Date: 2009-02-20 03:14 am (UTC)um...something like... Al takes off and pouts somewhere and Harry comforts Scorpius and they drink firewhiskey (with Scorpius wrapped in a thick blanket by the fire) and talk about how long Scorpius has felt that way and were do they go from here. It all quiet and candle-lit and little painful but mostly healing. Then there is an awkward hug and a kiss on the cheek and it's wonderfully hopeful.
Thanks for reading and commenting. I'm glad you liked. :D
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Date: 2009-02-19 09:23 pm (UTC)I can sympathize with all the folks who have said they want a comforting sequel, but I think you broke them too much for easy forgiveness. Not that I don't LOVE that, mind.
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Date: 2009-02-20 03:16 am (UTC)LOL! Well, in Harry's defence, Scorpius was shouting out his name. So bursting into a bathroom might be excusable. :D
Thanks for reading. I'm so glad you liked.
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Date: 2009-02-19 10:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-20 03:18 am (UTC)Thanks hun.
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Date: 2009-02-19 10:43 pm (UTC)Oh GOD. lol. That's such a perfectly beautiful little detail.
This twisted my heart. Poor Scorpius. Oh man.
(You so totally could write dark enough.)
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Date: 2009-02-20 03:24 am (UTC)So I used it because it fit, but also as a shout out to the art and the 'cliche' of it, or the cliche that I'm making it become.
(You so totally could write dark enough.)
maybe I could write dark enough, but I'm not sure I want to recieve anything too dark as a gift. I am such a wuss. I'll have to think on it.
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Date: 2009-02-19 11:11 pm (UTC)And this part was just great:
I want to know what he wants, what he needs because this is Harry fucking Potter and I used to sleep with his Chocolate Frog Card under my pillow.
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Date: 2009-02-20 03:29 am (UTC)I've got one more to do before I need to focus back on my longer fics. With plot. *whimpers*
YAY! I'm glad you liked the chocolate frog card line. It's close to my heart. ♥
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Date: 2009-02-20 12:08 am (UTC)So, yeah, it was brilliant right up until the end! LOL. But that's not your fault, love. ♥
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Date: 2009-02-20 03:00 am (UTC)My nextgen fest fic is safe, if you are interested.
But that's not your fault, love. ♥
:D it is completely my fault! But thanks anyway.
btw - A gave your art a shout-out with my Chocolate Frog Card reference! am I forgiven?
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Date: 2009-02-20 03:18 am (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting. :D
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Date: 2009-02-20 10:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-28 04:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-20 07:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-28 04:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-21 12:55 am (UTC)Sorry, hon, still not over that one. *laughs*
But I had to comment to say OMG
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Date: 2009-04-28 04:45 pm (UTC)readingand commenting. LOL!Hee! This fic is not more squicky than One Truth, my dear. Just a little mistaken identity. But no worries. I have deep respect for your squicks. :D
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