FIC: Unexpected, Harry/Scorpius

[marguerite_26]

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~



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

Comments

[geoviki.livejournal.com]

Wow! Brilliant little story, both the idea and the execution. I was totally taken by surprise by that twist. It's the perfect length too, which is something I always have trouble figuring out for my own stories.

[maja-li.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow! That was wicked. Under more than one definition... Poor Scorpius--and poor Al!

Brilliant idea, brilliantly executed, darling

[nolagal.livejournal.com]

Oh no! I thought it might be since he was wearing Al's robe. Poor Scorpius how horrifying and disappointing and heartbreaking. *hugs him* also *hugs albus* for not being the right one, *hugs harry* because he's probably mortified and a little turned on. (ok, maybe my imagination is getting to me)
Fabulous! Thank you!!!!!

[k8matty.livejournal.com]

He pats my back until I stop coughing. That shit never happens in my fantasies.

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*

[bryoneybrynn.livejournal.com]

OMG, I so didn't see that coming. That was fucking AWESOME! The sex was smoking and the twist was so well executed. Poor real Harry! And god, poor Scorp!!!

You can totally write for darkfest babe. Come on. The fluff ship has obviously sailed for you... ;)

[luredbyvenus.livejournal.com]

and then the shouting stops and both Harry and Al join Scorpius in the shower and make it up to him in every possible way, and two is always better than one anyway, the end.

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.)

re: Unexpected

[vaysh11.livejournal.com]

Of course I should have known the second I read that "he's hairier than I expected", but it never occurred to me. I even read the highlighted spoiler (I always do that, can't resist), but never saw it coming *headdesk*. Very, very nice first-person Scorpius here, Rita!

[romaine24.livejournal.com]

OMG you so got me on that one. That was awesome, dear. I feel sorry for all three of them.

And you know I smiled when I read. and I used to sleep with his Chocolate Frog Card under my pillow.

[the-flic.livejournal.com]

Oh fucking hell yes!!!! Absolutely adored this!! God, really loved it, well done!! xxx

[potteresque_ire]

Ouch. This surprised me too ... I thought at least Scorpius and Al were together and so Scorpius wouldn't have mind .... and certainly didn't think Harry would drop by.

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*

[piratesmile331.livejournal.com]

WOW! Poor Scorpius, and poor Al. I feel bad for both of them (and Harry, to a minor extent).
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.

[goddessriss.livejournal.com]

Perfectly formed, fan-fecking-tastic fic. Just the right amounts of heat and angst. Poor, poor Scorp. You kill me.

[spacefragments.livejournal.com]

and here i was thinking that i was getting bored with harry/scorpius. very nice work, great twist.

[pirateninjax.livejournal.com]

*gurgles*

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

[libby-drew.livejournal.com]

Nice! I really like how it evolves, starting out a bit funny with Scorpius' internal monologue and finishing with such a jolt.

[supergreak.livejournal.com]

Oh no! I feel so sorry for Scorpius and for Harry.
Al? I just want to hit him.
Great little story, though I'm now dying to know what happens next.

[salviag.livejournal.com]

Ouch. *winces* I should have seen it, but I was disregarding all the awkwardness as first time/Harry-coming-on-to-his-son's -friend...so the end really bit me. I just... BOUNDARIES, people! Al stealing his Dad's hair to polyjuice seduce his roommate without telling him, Harry coming into his son's flat--and bathroom! without notice, even Scorpius with the drunken overshare--
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.

[utteramusement.livejournal.com]

:O! I had guessed it somehow yet it still shocked me! Brilliant!

[melusinahp.livejournal.com]

"I used to sleep with his Chocolate Frog Card under my pillow."

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.)

[nuclearsugars.livejournal.com]

Um, you hear that? That's the sound of my brain melting and my heart breaking simultaneously. How did you manage to write angsty porn because IT'S AMAZING! I NEED TO LEARN YOUR SECRETS! *worships*

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.

[stellamoon.livejournal.com]

You're bad and I think I'll spank you. That's what I get for not thinking carefully before reading a "mindfuck" warning.

So, yeah, it was brilliant right up until the end! LOL. But that's not your fault, love. ♥

[monster-o-love.livejournal.com]

Woah!!!! Now that IS a pretty bit of mind-fuckery!!! So incredibly sexy and so very, very sad. Poor Scorpius. :( *hugs you for your awesomely devious plot twist!*

[aunt-agatha.livejournal.com]

Holy shit. :O

[accioscar.livejournal.com]

You know I would totally read this, were it not for my own special squick-factor! (Yes I read the highlighted text! I know.)

Sorry, hon, still not over that one. *laughs*

But I had to comment to say OMG nextgendarkfest!!! YAY NOOOOOO!! Too many shiny fests, not enough time!