FIC: Unexpected, Harry/Scorpius
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marguerite_26This is the third in my installments of quirky, fucked up, dark little ficlets for the clever people that guessed my ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_nextgen_fest fic.
The first two were:
BulletProof Teddy/James for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snegurochka_lee
Crime and Punishment Draco/James forsnarkyscorp
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: fornolagal 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~
Also?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
hp_nextgen_fest fic. The first two were:
BulletProof Teddy/James for
snegurochka_leeCrime and Punishment Draco/James for
snarkyscorpMy 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~
Also?
nextgendarkfest!!!! Woot! I'm no sure I'm dark enough to write for it, but it will be on my reading list.