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marguerite_26Title: Teddy’s Flat
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marguerite_26
Rating: R
Pairings: Teddy/James/Scorpius (and deviations of that)
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: alternating points of view, age disparity (25/17/16)
Summary: Scorpius was on James the second he stepped through, clutching and biting and licking until Teddy had to look away or call himself a pervert. Neither spared him a glance as he made his way out the door and left the boy he’d been crushing on for months to lose his virginity in Teddy’s flat.
Author's Notes: This began as a couple little ficlets forbesamislabios as a writing challenge, but the scenario stayed in my head and never really left. So I decided to make something fic-shaped out of it. IDEK.
Thank you to the lovelyleashy_bebes for the beta read.
Teddy
James stepped out of the floo and into Teddy’s flat. “Thanks, mate. I really appreciate this.” He grinned, a little wolfish, and dusted off his t-shirt.
“No problem,” Teddy lied, trying not to stare at the pull of cotton across James’s broad chest. No seventeen year old had any right to look like that.
“Just... you know.” James tugged at his hair, cheeks pink. “Don’t want Al walking in on us, right? Or, fuck, Dad.”
Teddy bit his lip, staring at the carpet. “Yeah. Don’t mention it.” He cleared his throat, at a loss for what to say when ‘why not me?’ was all that was running through his head. “Just – if anyone asks, I didn’t know what you were up to, alright?”
James snorted, blessedly oblivious. “You got it.” Then he tossed some powder into the floo and called out, excitement and nerves adding a squeak to his voice, “Scorp? You ready?”
Scorpius was on James the second he stepped through, clutching and biting and licking until Teddy had to look away or call himself a pervert. Neither spared him a glance as he made his way out the door and left the boy he’d been crushing on for months to lose his virginity in Teddy’s flat.
ooOOoo
James
James loved this old couch. He and Teddy had sat on it so many times, laughing, knocking shoulders, and talking shit. It was here – late one Saturday night, drunk more on the company than the Firewhiskey – that James had realised he was gay. He’d looked over and saw Teddy smiling at him, his hazel eyes all crinkled at the edges, and heat had spread through his chest and warmed him until he flushed. He’d realised then that if only Teddy had been interested, James would have stretched out on this couch and let himself be taken, no matter that Teddy was Dad’s godson, no matter that he was seven years older.
After that, he’d thought about it for months, late at night with his hand beneath the covers and Teddy’s name on his lips. But Teddy was as straight as an arrow, and Scorpius was gorgeous and lovely and so very willing.
Now he looked down at Scorpius, his pale cheeks rosy and his eyes half-lidded with want. It seemed right that James lose his virginity here, on Teddy’s couch, even if it was Scorpius beneath him and not Teddy on top. He wasn’t settling, not really. Scorpius didn’t come second to anyone, and James truly adored him. But James liked to think of this as a compromise.
And Teddy hadn’t minded. He’d readily agreed when James had asked to use his flat for some privacy for his and Scorpius’s first time. Teddy had looked away, had cleared his throat before agreeing. But James had expected worse, maybe a bit of a lecture about being too young.
Now, as James reached for Scorpius, with the fabric of Teddy’s couch soft at his bare knees, James was grateful that a little bit of Teddy was there for him at this moment. He pushed a slicked finger into Scorpius’s hole, swallowing around his cock as Scorpius arched.
Their combined moans echoed off Teddy’s walls.
ooOOoo
Scorpius
Scorpius couldn’t hold back, hands clinging to James’s hair, he fucked James’ pretty mouth until he saw stars and James was sputtering at the come hitting the back of his throat.
“Merlin’s wrinkly nipple, Potter!” Scorpius flopped down on the couch, whimpering as James’s licked his dick clean and slid his fingers free. “Did Lupin teach you how to suck cock like that?”
James froze for a heartbeat then wiped a drip of come from his bottom lip. “What?”
“Lupin. You know, the bloke who’s letting us shag at his place? Did he teach you all his tricks?” Scorpius felt his limp cock make a valiant effort to twitch at that mental image.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Then James was gone, off to the other side of the couch, tapping out a cigarette from the pack.
Scorpius shivered in the cold air. “It’s all right by me.” He slid onto James’s lap, and lit the cigarette. “Shit, the way he looks at you, Potter. It’s been my wank fodder for weeks.”
He watched James’ swollen lips close on the filter and Scorpius rocked his hips, grinding against James’s crotch. He smirked when he found him still hard. James stared at him, red cheeked and head shaking, and took a drag.
“Come on, Potter. You’ve got me all...” Scorpius slid a finger between his legs and found his already slicked hole. “Wet and loose.” His knuckles bumped against James’ cock with each thrust in. “You promised me a proper fuck.”
James blew smoke at the ceiling. With a chuckle, he crushed the cigarette into the ashtray. “You’re not exactly a blushing virgin, are you Scorpius?”
“Virgin, hopefully not for long.” Scorpius laughed, his cock thickening again just from the familiar glint in James’ eye that always meant bite marks, bruises and spectacular orgasms. “Now if you want me blushing – you’re going to have to work for that.”
ooOOoo
James
They ended up in the shower eventually, washing off the dried come and sweat, the smell of sex before they made their way back to their respective homes. James was giddy, embarrassingly so, because he was seventeen and finally not a virgin and Scorpius’s arse was a thing of beauty -- and James would always be his first.
As they stumbled back into the living room, tangled in kisses and wearing nothing more than their y-fronts, James spotted Teddy on the couch.
He’d nicked a cigarette from James’ pack, though James had never once seen him smoke. By the look on his face as he turned, he’d thought they’d already left. Now, his eyes were wide and unreadable, flickering to their low-slung pants, bare chests and ill-concealed erections.
“Fuck.”
“Again?” Scorpius laughed, mouthing wet kisses to James’ shoulder. “What?” He looked up, confused as James tugged his hair. Then whispered, “Oh” as he turned to see Teddy.
Teddy stood, taking a slow drag, eyes on the floor. “I thought you were gone.”
“Potter likes to take his time.” Scorpius slipped behind James, his chest pressed to James’ back, warm and damp. “Well, the second time anyway.”
Teddy made a sort of choking noise and James died a little bit of mortification.
“Scorpius,” James hissed.
Teddy wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye after this. There’d be no more late nights, watching movies and leaning oh-so-casually into Teddy at every joke. Years of awkward family dinners stretched out before James’s eyes.
“Come on, don’t make this worse, Scorp.” James knew it was the worst thing to ever say to Scorpius; if he’d been in his right mind it never would have slipped out. Scorpius’ chuckle rumbled in the space between them and James swallowed, bracing himself. But unexpectedly, Scorpius moved away.
Teddy watched, eyes like a deer caught in headlights, as Scorpius stalked towards him.
“We’d like to thank you, Teddy.” Scorpius trailed a finger up Teddy’s arm. “Wouldn’t we, Potter? It was so generous of Teddy to lend us his couch, his floor...” He pressed close, his mouth open on his last words, only inches from Teddy’s. “His kitchen table.”
Teddy’s eyes flickered to Scorpius’ mouth and his Adam’s Apple bobbed through a thick swallow. James was across the room before he’d even thought to move, angry, furious at Scorpius for trying to embarrass Teddy or maybe for flirting more blatantly than James ever dared, he didn’t waste time figuring out which.
Then Scorpius fell to his knees, his eyes level with Teddy’s crotch.
“Christ, Scorpius.” Teddy’s voice shook. His hand shielded his crotch. “What’re you doing? Your goddamn boyfriend is right there.”
“Yes,” Scorpius said with a dark chuckle. “My goddamn boyfriend is dying of jealousy right now – and not for the reason you think.”
“Stop fucking around, Scorpius.” James stood, fists clenched, mortified. His focused on a patch of carpet with a streak of dirt, unwilling to meet Teddy’s eyes and too furious to look at Scorpius’s slutty mouth hovering near Teddy’s crotch. “Teddy’s straight for fuck’s sakes.”
“What?” Teddy choked out and James’ gaze snapped up.
James raised his hands in defence as Teddy gaped at him. “Nothing wrong with that! But I’m sure you don’t need—“ He motioned to Scorpius sitting on his heels, waiting like an eager puppy.
“He’s not straight, Potter.” Scorpius craned his neck to look at James, a deep frown wrinkling his brow. “Merlin, is that what you thought? Why you never—“
“Shut up, Scorpius!” James buried his hands in his face, and debated the consequences of just darting for the floo, right now. Except that he was in nothing but his undies. God.
ooOOoo
Teddy
Teddy watched James’ neck bloom blotchy red and travel upwards, and it hit him, why James hadn’t ever responded to Teddy’s (obviously too subtle) flirtations.
Scorpius stood, catching Teddy’s eye and nodding his head towards James.
“James.” He pulled James’ hands away from his face, his heart aching at the wrecked look in James’ eyes and understood the answer to ‘why not me?’ was that James had never considered him an option. “Hey. Not straight.”
“I-“ James blinked, shaking his head as if he still didn’t believe it. “I thought you were.”
“Yeah,” Teddy whispered. They were so close, breathing each other’s air. James’ damp hair curled at his nape. Tiny water droplets glistened on his freckled shoulders and Teddy ached to lick them off. “I’m not.”
“Right! All settled.” Scorpius clapped in the space between them, breaking the tension. Then he reached down and cupped them both. “Hard cock, meet hard cock. May you come together often.”
Startled, Teddy jumped back. James laughed. “You’re a berk.”
Scorpius grinned, as if he agreed completely. Then he kissed James, long and slow. Teddy watched their tongues slide together, listened to the slick-wet noises and Scorpius’ moans for what felt like ages, until Scorpius pulled away.
“I need to get back but I want details, Potter.” Scorpius flashed them a smile as he pulled on his trousers, wincing a bit in a way that said he would be aching nicely for a couple days. “Maybe we can borrow your father’s pensieve for a bit, yeah?”
James shook his head. “You are such a perv.”
Scorpius pulled on his jumper. “Have fun, boys” he sing-songed then winked, and stepped into the floo.
Teddy cleared his throat in the silence left behind. “Your boyfriend is strange.” His voice came out raw and he cleared his throat again.
“I’m not going to do that. Kiss and tell.” James put his hands on Teddy’s jaw, his eyes searching Teddy’s face. “Not if you don’t want Scorpius a part of this.”
Teddy considered his options. Stealing James from Scorpius (assuming that he could) was tempting. Locking him up and never letting him touch another soul sounded pretty perfect, right then.
But James was seventeen. He still had another year at Hogwarts for heaven’s sake. Both James and Scorpius deserved their time to grow up, explore.
But that didn’t mean Teddy couldn’t be a part of that.
“Maybe we can just give him a show next time?” Teddy watched James’s eyes flutter closed and he knew he’d made the right choice. Then he added, “Or maybe even let him play?”
James groaned, his fingers curling at Teddy’s waist, pulling them flush. “He does have an amazing arse.”
“Yeah?” Teddy kissed down James’s neck, imagining them on the couch, the floor, the table; his flat had reeked of their teen-lust when he’d come home. The flare of jealousy he’d felt then had morphed into a simmering heat that curled down his spine. “Why don’t you tell me all about it?”
He tackled James to the couch, tugging down his pants while James began to describe – in vivid detail – his first time. It was almost as good as if Teddy had been there himself.
Authors:
marguerite_26Rating: R
Pairings: Teddy/James/Scorpius (and deviations of that)
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: alternating points of view, age disparity (25/17/16)
Summary: Scorpius was on James the second he stepped through, clutching and biting and licking until Teddy had to look away or call himself a pervert. Neither spared him a glance as he made his way out the door and left the boy he’d been crushing on for months to lose his virginity in Teddy’s flat.
Author's Notes: This began as a couple little ficlets for
besamislabios as a writing challenge, but the scenario stayed in my head and never really left. So I decided to make something fic-shaped out of it. IDEK.Thank you to the lovely
leashy_bebes for the beta read. Teddy
James stepped out of the floo and into Teddy’s flat. “Thanks, mate. I really appreciate this.” He grinned, a little wolfish, and dusted off his t-shirt.
“No problem,” Teddy lied, trying not to stare at the pull of cotton across James’s broad chest. No seventeen year old had any right to look like that.
“Just... you know.” James tugged at his hair, cheeks pink. “Don’t want Al walking in on us, right? Or, fuck, Dad.”
Teddy bit his lip, staring at the carpet. “Yeah. Don’t mention it.” He cleared his throat, at a loss for what to say when ‘why not me?’ was all that was running through his head. “Just – if anyone asks, I didn’t know what you were up to, alright?”
James snorted, blessedly oblivious. “You got it.” Then he tossed some powder into the floo and called out, excitement and nerves adding a squeak to his voice, “Scorp? You ready?”
Scorpius was on James the second he stepped through, clutching and biting and licking until Teddy had to look away or call himself a pervert. Neither spared him a glance as he made his way out the door and left the boy he’d been crushing on for months to lose his virginity in Teddy’s flat.
James
James loved this old couch. He and Teddy had sat on it so many times, laughing, knocking shoulders, and talking shit. It was here – late one Saturday night, drunk more on the company than the Firewhiskey – that James had realised he was gay. He’d looked over and saw Teddy smiling at him, his hazel eyes all crinkled at the edges, and heat had spread through his chest and warmed him until he flushed. He’d realised then that if only Teddy had been interested, James would have stretched out on this couch and let himself be taken, no matter that Teddy was Dad’s godson, no matter that he was seven years older.
After that, he’d thought about it for months, late at night with his hand beneath the covers and Teddy’s name on his lips. But Teddy was as straight as an arrow, and Scorpius was gorgeous and lovely and so very willing.
Now he looked down at Scorpius, his pale cheeks rosy and his eyes half-lidded with want. It seemed right that James lose his virginity here, on Teddy’s couch, even if it was Scorpius beneath him and not Teddy on top. He wasn’t settling, not really. Scorpius didn’t come second to anyone, and James truly adored him. But James liked to think of this as a compromise.
And Teddy hadn’t minded. He’d readily agreed when James had asked to use his flat for some privacy for his and Scorpius’s first time. Teddy had looked away, had cleared his throat before agreeing. But James had expected worse, maybe a bit of a lecture about being too young.
Now, as James reached for Scorpius, with the fabric of Teddy’s couch soft at his bare knees, James was grateful that a little bit of Teddy was there for him at this moment. He pushed a slicked finger into Scorpius’s hole, swallowing around his cock as Scorpius arched.
Their combined moans echoed off Teddy’s walls.
Scorpius
Scorpius couldn’t hold back, hands clinging to James’s hair, he fucked James’ pretty mouth until he saw stars and James was sputtering at the come hitting the back of his throat.
“Merlin’s wrinkly nipple, Potter!” Scorpius flopped down on the couch, whimpering as James’s licked his dick clean and slid his fingers free. “Did Lupin teach you how to suck cock like that?”
James froze for a heartbeat then wiped a drip of come from his bottom lip. “What?”
“Lupin. You know, the bloke who’s letting us shag at his place? Did he teach you all his tricks?” Scorpius felt his limp cock make a valiant effort to twitch at that mental image.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Then James was gone, off to the other side of the couch, tapping out a cigarette from the pack.
Scorpius shivered in the cold air. “It’s all right by me.” He slid onto James’s lap, and lit the cigarette. “Shit, the way he looks at you, Potter. It’s been my wank fodder for weeks.”
He watched James’ swollen lips close on the filter and Scorpius rocked his hips, grinding against James’s crotch. He smirked when he found him still hard. James stared at him, red cheeked and head shaking, and took a drag.
“Come on, Potter. You’ve got me all...” Scorpius slid a finger between his legs and found his already slicked hole. “Wet and loose.” His knuckles bumped against James’ cock with each thrust in. “You promised me a proper fuck.”
James blew smoke at the ceiling. With a chuckle, he crushed the cigarette into the ashtray. “You’re not exactly a blushing virgin, are you Scorpius?”
“Virgin, hopefully not for long.” Scorpius laughed, his cock thickening again just from the familiar glint in James’ eye that always meant bite marks, bruises and spectacular orgasms. “Now if you want me blushing – you’re going to have to work for that.”
James
They ended up in the shower eventually, washing off the dried come and sweat, the smell of sex before they made their way back to their respective homes. James was giddy, embarrassingly so, because he was seventeen and finally not a virgin and Scorpius’s arse was a thing of beauty -- and James would always be his first.
As they stumbled back into the living room, tangled in kisses and wearing nothing more than their y-fronts, James spotted Teddy on the couch.
He’d nicked a cigarette from James’ pack, though James had never once seen him smoke. By the look on his face as he turned, he’d thought they’d already left. Now, his eyes were wide and unreadable, flickering to their low-slung pants, bare chests and ill-concealed erections.
“Fuck.”
“Again?” Scorpius laughed, mouthing wet kisses to James’ shoulder. “What?” He looked up, confused as James tugged his hair. Then whispered, “Oh” as he turned to see Teddy.
Teddy stood, taking a slow drag, eyes on the floor. “I thought you were gone.”
“Potter likes to take his time.” Scorpius slipped behind James, his chest pressed to James’ back, warm and damp. “Well, the second time anyway.”
Teddy made a sort of choking noise and James died a little bit of mortification.
“Scorpius,” James hissed.
Teddy wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye after this. There’d be no more late nights, watching movies and leaning oh-so-casually into Teddy at every joke. Years of awkward family dinners stretched out before James’s eyes.
“Come on, don’t make this worse, Scorp.” James knew it was the worst thing to ever say to Scorpius; if he’d been in his right mind it never would have slipped out. Scorpius’ chuckle rumbled in the space between them and James swallowed, bracing himself. But unexpectedly, Scorpius moved away.
Teddy watched, eyes like a deer caught in headlights, as Scorpius stalked towards him.
“We’d like to thank you, Teddy.” Scorpius trailed a finger up Teddy’s arm. “Wouldn’t we, Potter? It was so generous of Teddy to lend us his couch, his floor...” He pressed close, his mouth open on his last words, only inches from Teddy’s. “His kitchen table.”
Teddy’s eyes flickered to Scorpius’ mouth and his Adam’s Apple bobbed through a thick swallow. James was across the room before he’d even thought to move, angry, furious at Scorpius for trying to embarrass Teddy or maybe for flirting more blatantly than James ever dared, he didn’t waste time figuring out which.
Then Scorpius fell to his knees, his eyes level with Teddy’s crotch.
“Christ, Scorpius.” Teddy’s voice shook. His hand shielded his crotch. “What’re you doing? Your goddamn boyfriend is right there.”
“Yes,” Scorpius said with a dark chuckle. “My goddamn boyfriend is dying of jealousy right now – and not for the reason you think.”
“Stop fucking around, Scorpius.” James stood, fists clenched, mortified. His focused on a patch of carpet with a streak of dirt, unwilling to meet Teddy’s eyes and too furious to look at Scorpius’s slutty mouth hovering near Teddy’s crotch. “Teddy’s straight for fuck’s sakes.”
“What?” Teddy choked out and James’ gaze snapped up.
James raised his hands in defence as Teddy gaped at him. “Nothing wrong with that! But I’m sure you don’t need—“ He motioned to Scorpius sitting on his heels, waiting like an eager puppy.
“He’s not straight, Potter.” Scorpius craned his neck to look at James, a deep frown wrinkling his brow. “Merlin, is that what you thought? Why you never—“
“Shut up, Scorpius!” James buried his hands in his face, and debated the consequences of just darting for the floo, right now. Except that he was in nothing but his undies. God.
Teddy
Teddy watched James’ neck bloom blotchy red and travel upwards, and it hit him, why James hadn’t ever responded to Teddy’s (obviously too subtle) flirtations.
Scorpius stood, catching Teddy’s eye and nodding his head towards James.
“James.” He pulled James’ hands away from his face, his heart aching at the wrecked look in James’ eyes and understood the answer to ‘why not me?’ was that James had never considered him an option. “Hey. Not straight.”
“I-“ James blinked, shaking his head as if he still didn’t believe it. “I thought you were.”
“Yeah,” Teddy whispered. They were so close, breathing each other’s air. James’ damp hair curled at his nape. Tiny water droplets glistened on his freckled shoulders and Teddy ached to lick them off. “I’m not.”
“Right! All settled.” Scorpius clapped in the space between them, breaking the tension. Then he reached down and cupped them both. “Hard cock, meet hard cock. May you come together often.”
Startled, Teddy jumped back. James laughed. “You’re a berk.”
Scorpius grinned, as if he agreed completely. Then he kissed James, long and slow. Teddy watched their tongues slide together, listened to the slick-wet noises and Scorpius’ moans for what felt like ages, until Scorpius pulled away.
“I need to get back but I want details, Potter.” Scorpius flashed them a smile as he pulled on his trousers, wincing a bit in a way that said he would be aching nicely for a couple days. “Maybe we can borrow your father’s pensieve for a bit, yeah?”
James shook his head. “You are such a perv.”
Scorpius pulled on his jumper. “Have fun, boys” he sing-songed then winked, and stepped into the floo.
Teddy cleared his throat in the silence left behind. “Your boyfriend is strange.” His voice came out raw and he cleared his throat again.
“I’m not going to do that. Kiss and tell.” James put his hands on Teddy’s jaw, his eyes searching Teddy’s face. “Not if you don’t want Scorpius a part of this.”
Teddy considered his options. Stealing James from Scorpius (assuming that he could) was tempting. Locking him up and never letting him touch another soul sounded pretty perfect, right then.
But James was seventeen. He still had another year at Hogwarts for heaven’s sake. Both James and Scorpius deserved their time to grow up, explore.
But that didn’t mean Teddy couldn’t be a part of that.
“Maybe we can just give him a show next time?” Teddy watched James’s eyes flutter closed and he knew he’d made the right choice. Then he added, “Or maybe even let him play?”
James groaned, his fingers curling at Teddy’s waist, pulling them flush. “He does have an amazing arse.”
“Yeah?” Teddy kissed down James’s neck, imagining them on the couch, the floor, the table; his flat had reeked of their teen-lust when he’d come home. The flare of jealousy he’d felt then had morphed into a simmering heat that curled down his spine. “Why don’t you tell me all about it?”
He tackled James to the couch, tugging down his pants while James began to describe – in vivid detail – his first time. It was almost as good as if Teddy had been there himself.