|Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven,|
@ 2008-09-29 08:02:00
|Entry tags:||coauthor: emiime, hp fic andrew/teddy, hp fic better the instruction|
HP fic: Better the Instruction (9/22) [Teddy/Andrew, adult]
Title: Better the Instruction (9/22)
Authors: celandineb and emiime
Chapter pairings: Teddy/Andrew; references to Teddy/Victoire, Teddy/other boys, Remus/Sam, Remus/Teddy.
Chapter rating: adult
Chapter length: ~8400 words
Warnings: Frottage, arseplay, rimming, wanking.
Summary: For their second date, Teddy goes to Andrew's flat, where they play some games.
Note: AU (Remus survived the war). See here for complete story header with all pairings/warnings. Also here.
On Wednesday, Teddy couldn't keep his mind on his work. A letter had arrived from his dad via owl post that morning, but he had woken late and hadn't had time to read it and so had just shoved it in the pocket of his robes on his way out the door. Every time he put his hand in his pocket, he was tortured with the possibilities of what the parchment might say. He promised himself he'd find time at lunch to read it, but Slug & Jiggers was so busy that day that it looked as if any lunch he did get was going to be quick and late.
To add to the anticipation that Remus's letter had brought, Teddy was eager for his date with Andrew that night. Was it a date? He mulled this over as he weighed out exactly seven grams of beetles' eyes for a very particular customer.
Of course it was a date. Wasn't it? Andrew had invited Teddy to his house--they'd had sex, for god's sake, and Andrew wouldn't be inviting him out again if he hadn't liked that.
Teddy's hand slipped and he ended up pouring far too many beetles' eyes into the scale; the customer scowled at him and rearranged her shopping bags.
"Watch what you're doing, young man. I happen to be a personal friend of Madame Poyt, and if she had any idea what sort of sloppy work you were doing, I'm sure she'd be rid of you in an instant! Why, in my day..."
Teddy mumbled an apology and let the old bat prattle on while he corrected his mistake. When he had sent her on her way, there was a momentary break in the stream of customers, and he told Madame Poyt he was just going to nip out quickly to get something to eat.
He ducked around the back of the building, Remus's letter clutched in his hand. He was a little ashamed to realise his cock was twitching with interest as he broke open the seal and scanned the letter's contents.
"Huh," he said aloud when he had finished. He knew it was ridiculous of him to have expected a declaration of love and desire from Remus, but he had. A bit.
He looked up at the sky, squinting. It was nearly three o'clock; he didn't get off work until five. He almost wished he hadn't read the letter--two more hours of anticipation would be better than the hours of disappointment (however foolish) that he now faced knowing the letter's contents. He couldn't even think about the concert--Andrew was the only person he'd want to bring, and he sure as bloody hell didn't much fancy having to explain to a bloke he hardly knew that they were going to spend time with his dad and his dad's boyfriend. Well, maybe it wouldn't faze Andrew under the circumstances, but it would be ruddy strange, like a double date... and Teddy would be jealous, a little bit, that his father and Sam would be going home together. Although maybe Remus would be jealous, too.
Teddy thought about that while he hastily wolfed a cheese sandwich and then went back into the apothecary shop. Luckily it hadn't been too busy in his absence, and there wasn't much longer in the day. Madam Poyt did keep him a few minutes past five, finishing an order for a customer who'd owled it in and would be picking it up first thing in the morning, but very shortly he was on his way to the public Floo. The queue was long, but moved quickly, and before Teddy could work up too big of a case of nerves, he was stepping out of the fireplace in Andrew's flat and brushing himself off.
"Hey, Teddy." Andrew was grinning at him. "You made it."
"Yeah." Teddy smiled back. "'Course I did." He felt Remus's letter rustle in his pocket, and shoved it further down.
"Want to see the flat?" asked Andrew. Teddy nodded assent.
It was a simple place, much like Teddy's own--although tidier, and Teddy wondered if Andrew had cleaned up specially or if it was always like this--with a small living room, tiny kitchen and bath, and single bedroom. The bedroom walls had posters of Quidditch players, mostly not from the Portree team.
"I've had them for ages," Andrew explained when he saw Teddy looking. "Since before I made the reserves."
"Makes sense," said Teddy. Andrew's bed was made, covered neatly with a purple quilt. It was more than large enough for two. Teddy blushed a little, thinking that he might end up sleeping there tonight. He wondered if Andrew was expecting to have sex, real sex, since they hadn't last time. He wasn't sure if he was ready for that yet, for all his bold words at the Leaky on Monday.
"Come on, want a drink?" Andrew led the way back to the living room and brought a couple of cans of lager out. "I have a cottage pie to put in the oven for dinner, but I'm not really hungry yet."
"Me, either. Didn't eat lunch until late." There were butterflies in Teddy's stomach; he tried to drown them by taking a big gulp of his beer. "Um, how was your practising today?"
Andrew nodded as he swallowed his own swig of beer. "Fair," he said, sitting on the sofa and indicating for Teddy to take a seat as well. "We ran drills all morning, which isn't my favourite thing--I'm more a fan of the strategy of the game myself. Did you ever play?"
Teddy had chosen his position on the sofa carefully. Too close and he might seem to be coming on to Andrew a bit early, too far and he might seem standoffish and cold. He crossed his ankle over his knee, feigning casualness, and took another sip of beer.
"Yeah," he said, "A bit, in school. I was never very good, honestly. Only played on the House team for a year." He felt the colour rising in his cheeks as he imparted this piece of information to Andrew, feeling as if he should've been better at Quidditch.
"Well, that's all right," Andrew said, nodding. He threw his arm over the top of the sofa so that his hand was near Teddy's head. "The point is, you know something about the game, you played."
"I tried," Teddy responded, shrugging.
"That's what I meant," grinned Andrew, and he moved a little closer and brushed his fingertips across Teddy's hair. He was blushing, Teddy could see, and it calmed Teddy's butterflies a bit to know that Andrew was probably just as nervous as he was.
"So, um," said Teddy after a brief, slightly awkward pause, "what did you have in mind for tonight?"
The blush in Andrew's cheeks flared brighter, and Teddy coughed to hide his own embarrassment. He hadn't meant it like that.
"Um," Andrew said, regaining his composure, "I thought, well, dinner, and maybe we could play a game or something afterwards, if you'd be up for that. Or just conversation, or really whatever--I may be good at the strategy part of Quidditch, but I've got to be honest with you, I'm shit at the strategy of a date."
Teddy's heart began to thump against his ribcage. It was brilliant to hear the word date fall from Andrew's lips.
"Me, too, I think," he confessed. "I haven't really much chance to practise it--different when you're still in school."
"Yeah, I remember. Which House were you in? You just finished last spring, right?"
"Hufflepuff," said Teddy, a little sheepishly, well aware that Hufflepuff was the least-admired. People might not trust Slytherins, but they usually respected them. "I know you weren't one, or we'd have known each other."
"Ravenclaw, and I've been out of school for four years now," said Andrew.
"Really?" Teddy had thought Andrew was only a couple of years older than he at most, but that would explain why Andrew hadn't seemed familiar. It must be the fair hair that made him look younger.
"Mm hm." Andrew's fingers were stroking Teddy's neck very lightly now, and Teddy shivered and tilted his head a little. "I think the Sorting Hat wasn't sure where to put me."
Teddy switched his beer to his other hand and hesitantly touched Andrew's leg. Andrew made a humming sound in his throat and parted his thighs a bit more.
"I don't know that I was a typical Hufflepuff myself," said Teddy, running his thumb along the outer seam of Andrew's trousers. "I mean, I wasn't that diligent, when it came down to it. But I guess it was a better match than the others; I'm not really ambitious, or especially brave, or terribly clever, or anything."
Andrew nodded and caressed Teddy's ear, making him gasp. "The whole Sorting thing seems rather silly to me, but I guess you can't argue with tradition."
"No." Teddy finished the last swallow in his can and leaned over to put it down. As he sat back up he moved a few inches closer to Andrew and turned a little to face him. Andrew had a shy smile on his face that made Teddy want to kiss him. So he did, brushing his lips over Andrew's jaw and feeling the slight rasp of almost-invisible stubble there, then squaring around to find Andrew's mouth and coax it open, tasting the beer that Andrew had been drinking. Andrew's hand curved around Teddy's neck and pulled him closer.
Teddy sighed into the kiss as all his apprehensions about the date began to melt away and he put his arms about Andrew. His shoulders relaxed and a wave of calm washed over him, and he felt the corners of his lips begin to tug up into a smile. He tried his damnedest to make the smile stop, but he ended up smiling even harder, and it was bloody hard to kiss like that.
Andrew's shoulders began to shake, and Teddy felt a laugh bubbling up inside himself as well. He tried valiantly to hold it in, but soon he had to turn his face away for fear of laughing right in to Andrew's mouth. He ended up snorting in his efforts to control himself, which set Andrew to great peals of laughter.
"Sorry, ohgod, sorry," Teddy choked. Andrew looked like he wanted to lean in and hug Teddy, but he didn't. Teddy clapped his hand on Andrew's knee.
"Seriously," he continued, "I just--I think I really like you. I couldn't help myself."
Andrew grinned at Teddy's declaration and put his hand over Teddy's on his knee. "I think I really like you, too," he said, still smiling. "Lucky for us we've got plenty of time to figure it out." He rose and held out a hand to help Teddy up. "How about I put dinner in the oven and we'll have another beer while we're waiting for it to cook?"
"Sounds brilliant," said Teddy, and he hovered in the kitchen doorway as Andrew heated the oven, then put in the cottage pie he'd prepared--and it really looked like he'd made it himself, not bought it in a shop, for it was in a real casserole, not a cardboard takeout baking dish. Teddy was suitably impressed--though his father was an excellent cook, he'd never had the patience to learn himself. His own culinary skills extended to the heating of beans to put on toast and casting warming spells on leftover takeaway.
Andrew cracked open another couple of cans of lager and handed one to Teddy. They sat across from each other at Andrew's little table--"So we won't get distracted," Andrew said with a knowing smile. They talked about Teddy's work--a subject which Teddy thought Andrew must find exceedingly boring, but, to his credit, Andrew seemed fascinated--until the timer rang to say the pie was done, and Andrew extracted it from the oven and dished it up.
"Oh, wow," Teddy said after he'd taken his first bite. "You're a brilliant cook!"
"Thanks," said Andrew, his cheeks pink. "My mum had me helping her since I was maybe three--she said it kept me out of trouble--and I guess I just picked it up. Plus, once I was out of school, I realised how expensive it is to eat out all the time, or even to buy the pre-prepared stuff in the market. I did some calculations and figured out that if I did my own cooking, I could afford a flat on my own and not have a roommate." He ran his fingers through his fringe and gave Teddy a half-smile. "I wasn't up to negotiating with someone about the fact that I might want to have another bloke spending the night, you know?"
"Yeah," said Teddy, although that wasn't something he'd ever given much thought to. "I guess that's why I always seem to be tight on money right before payday. Maybe I should learn to cook, huh?"
"Were you any good at Potions?" Andrew asked.
"Got an O in my N.E.W.T.," Teddy told him proudly. "That's why Madam Poyt hired me, even though so far I mostly just measure and sell and sweep up. I'm supposed to get a chance to do more after the first of the year; she likes to evaluate her staff for six months before giving them more responsibility."
"Well, if you were that good at Potions, cooking ought to be easy for you if you try. It's the same sort of thing, really, following directions, although there's actually more flexibility. I like a lot of garlic and onion, but not much celery, for instance, so I change the amounts in the cottage pie to suit, plus I use marjoram and thyme instead of oregano." Andrew's voice was enthusiastic. "Um, if you wanted, maybe I could teach you how to cook some dishes that you'd like?"
Teddy snorted at the irony of Andrew offering to give him lessons--albeit cooking lessons rather than lessons in sex--but managed to turn the sound into a choke, saying, "Too big a bite, it's so good," when he stopped. "I'd like that, if you have time."
"Oh yes. Being on the reserve team, we don't practise officially as much, although of course I have to be at all the games in case one of the regular Chasers is injured and they need to call me in. So yeah." Andrew licked a stray dab of potato from his upper lip; Teddy swallowed hard, seeing that pink tongue. "I don't know, what's your favourite dish? We could start with that, maybe this Sunday."
"Erm." Teddy thought about it. "I like toad-in-the-hole."
"Great, that's really simple. It'll be a good one to start with," said Andrew with a grin.
"Brilliant." Teddy smiled and forked up the last bite of his dinner, trying not to lick the last of the potatoes from the tines of his fork. He hadn't been just being nice--the cottage pie was maybe the best he'd ever had, better than his dad's, even, and that was saying something. He suddenly wished he'd had the patience to let Remus teach him how to cook, but maybe this would be cool, learning now, and besides, it would give him more reasons to spend time with Andrew.
Not that he needed any excuses, of course, judging from the way Andrew had kissed him before--and from the way he was looking at him now across the table.
"So, um." Andrew cleared his throat. "Did you have enough?"
"Oh--yeah," replied Teddy, "It was seriously good. I wouldn't just say that, you know."
"Well, thanks." Andrew grinned and waved his wand at the dishes; they levitated and flew into the sink, stacking themselves. "I'll wash them later," Andrew said. "Did you maybe fancy a game of wizard's chess, or I've got Exploding Snap?"
Teddy laughed, sitting back in his chair. "I'm crap at strategy, unlike you, but sure, we can play. Either way I'm sure you'll beat the pants off me."
Andrew raised an eyebrow. "Exploding Snap doesn't take much strategy."
Teddy cocked his head to the side. "Well maybe you'll beat the pants off me, anyway. I--" He paused, swallowing around a sudden obstruction in his throat. "I don't see how that can be a bad thing, anyway."
Andrew bit his lip and just looked at Teddy for a long moment. Funny, it was as if he were nervous about Teddy's sexual innuendos when they both knew full well what they'd be doing later. Teddy was nervous, himself, a bit--he worried that Andrew would want to have proper, penetrative sex and that he would bollocks the whole thing up. He shouldn't have pretended he knew what he was doing, dammit.
But he brushed his worries aside for the moment and busied himself with enjoying the sight of Andrew's arse in his tight jeans as Andrew rummaged through a low cupboard that seemed to be filled with board games and packs of cards. Andrew liked games, indeed.
"Exploding Snap, then?" Andrew turned, holding a deck that looked as if it had been played with only once or twice, since Teddy could only see a few singed spots around the edges of the cards.
"Sure." Teddy was suddenly eager to play.
Andrew dealt out the cards, and they began. Teddy found himself unable to pay proper attention to the game; instead he mostly watched the way that Andrew's forehead wrinkled as he concentrated, and the way that Andrew's hands seemed to caress each card as he picked it up and discarded it on the pile.
"Snap!" Andrew called, time after time beating Teddy to it, and Teddy's pile grew larger and larger, although it was usually in his hand that the cards exploded. They played several rounds, with Andrew winning each.
"I'm sorry," Teddy apologised. "I don't seem to be able to focus tonight."
"Good thing we didn't try chess, then." Andrew cocked his head. "Something else? Have you ever played Go?"
Teddy had, but if he couldn't manage Exploding Snap, he was definitely not going to be able to do well with a game that required that level of strategy. "Maybe no more games tonight? Another time I'd love to, though."
"Okay." Andrew gathered up the cards, tapping them into a neat stack. "Um. I've some sponge cake with jam--I didn't make it, though, I didn't have time."
"That sounds good," agreed Teddy, although he wasn't especially hungry. When Andrew came to put down a plate with a slice of cake in front of him, Teddy captured his hand. "Hey."
"Hey, yourself." Andrew's voice was almost a whisper, and he cleared his throat. "Tea?"
Disappointed, Teddy let go. "Sure." He couldn't figure out what Andrew wanted. They'd been flirting before dinner, Teddy was sure he hadn't been mistaken in that, not when Andrew had flat-out said that he liked Teddy and that he thought of this as a date. They'd even kissed, for god's sake. And there was what they'd done at Teddy's on Monday. So why was Andrew acting so coy now?
Andrew set a mug of tea down in front of Teddy, and Teddy was jerked out of his reverie.
"Oh--thanks." Andrew nodded in reply and sat down across from Teddy with his own mug of tea. A few sips and zero conversation later, Andrew began to squirm a little in his chair.
"Hey--Ted." Andrew cleared his throat and looked up at Teddy from under his sandy lashes.
"Yeah?" Something in Andrew's voice made Teddy want to squirm in his chair, too, but he held resolutely still and waited for whatever it was that Andrew needed to say.
"I, um. I think I need to tell you something. Before we do anything, um... anything else. Together." Andrew's eyes flicked downward again.
Fuck, fuck, buggering fuck! Teddy's mind raced. He has a boyfriend--no--a girlfriend. Fuck--no--a wife! Or he's got some horrible sexually transmitted curse that he forgot to warn me about. Shit, shit, fuck!
Teddy took a deep breath and let it out slowly, pretending all was well. "Yeah?" Multiple syllables were beyond him at this point.
Andrew toyed with the handle of his mug, running his fingers up and down its curve over and over again. "Um, yeah. The other night, when we, um--you know. At your flat? I may possibly have led you to believe that I've done more than I actually have." He paused, still looking down at the tabletop.
"Wait--what?" Teddy cocked his head to the side and reached for Andrew's hand, hooking his index finger over Andrew's pinkie. "What do you mean?" Teddy's heart pounded against his ribcage.
"What we did the other night--" Andrew drew a breath and looked up, finally meeting Teddy's eyes. "It was brilliant, yeah?"
Teddy only stared, his expression incredulous. "More than brilliant," he said finally.
"Good," Andrew replied. "Listen--that's actually the most I've ever done. With anyone. I mean, I've given a couple of blowjobs and stuff before, but I've never done it properly, so I don't know if you were expecting that tonight or whenever, but I don't think I'm ready to go that far yet. I thought I should maybe clear that up." He took his hand away from Teddy's grasp, sitting back in his chair, expelling a great breath as if he were awaiting his fate.
Teddy had to bite his lip to keep himself for grinning, lest Andrew think Teddy were mocking him.
"But--" he said, and he nodded frantically. "So am I! I mean, so haven't I. I mean! Hah! Um. Same, actually. Me, too. Or me neither. What you just said." He knew he was babbling, but he couldn't help himself. What a bloody relief to have that off his shoulders--not to mention that Andrew didn't have a secret girlfriend stashed somewhere or a mysterious itchy spot on his prick!
"Really?" Andrew's face lit up. "I thought somehow you had done a lot."
"Nope." Now Teddy let himself grin just as widely back. "Well, I had a girlfriend in school, and we had sex a few times, but I've never done more than you have with a bloke." As soon as he said that about Victoire, he wanted to take it back, worried that Andrew might think he really preferred girls and wasn't serious about this. Well, if Andrew could be honest, so could he.
"What's it like, with a girl?" asked Andrew curiously, then flushed when Teddy stared at him. "I suppose the kissing's about the same, but I've, well. All I ever did with a girl was take her to Madam Puddifoot's and hold her hand."
"It was nice enough." Teddy shrugged. "I liked her a lot as a friend, and she's part-Veela, so that was probably why I was attracted enough to do that much. Um." He tried to think about how it had been with Victoire. "She was a good kisser. She liked her breasts touched a lot and that was fine. When we got to other things, though, I never felt like I knew what I was doing, you know, touching her down there, and when she touched me it wasn't really better than when I wanked. Maybe a little more exciting just because it was someone else, that's all."
Andrew nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah. I can understand that. So you broke up?"
"We broke up because I finished school and she still had two more years." Teddy took a sip of his tea and laughed. "I was afraid you were going to tell me that you had a girlfriend, or something."
"Hardly." Andrew laughed too. He reached across the table again for Teddy's hand. "Thanks," he said simply.
"For not laughing when I said I hadn't done it. For not having done it either. For being you. I don't know! Just, thanks."
Keeping his eyes on Andrew's, Teddy lifted Andrew's hand to his mouth and kissed it, his lips travelling along the skin until he reached the tip of Andrew's forefinger and sucked it into his mouth. Andrew gasped.
Teddy smiled to himself and ran his tongue along Andrew's finger. Andrew definitely liked this; his mouth had fallen a little open as Teddy sucked, and his eyes had fallen shut. Andrew's breath came in short bursts as Teddy continued to suck, holding Andrew's finger in one hand and running the nails of his other hand down the sensitive skin of Andrew's forearm.
Andrew shivered and pulled his finger from Teddy's mouth. "Bloody hell," he breathed, and he stood up, knocking his chair backwards. His erection tented the fabric of his trousers, and Teddy felt his own cock growing at the sight. Andrew held out a hand, and Teddy let Andrew help him up.
They embraced, their mouths tangling in a bruising kiss. Andrew thrust against Teddy, and Teddy thrust right back, proving to Andrew that he was just as aroused.
They made it as far as the sofa, taking off each other's shirts on the way and leaving them where they landed, before Teddy decided he didn't want to walk all the way to the bedroom. "Here," he gasped, and Andrew nodded, and they fell in a heap onto the cushions, their limbs tangling, still kissing each other hard.
"We don't have to do anything we haven't done before," Teddy murmured as Andrew began kissing his neck. "Let's just--" But he cut himself off with a gasp when Andrew's hand found his erection and squeezed, erasing all coherent thought from Teddy's mind. "Yes, fuck yes," he babbled, and he helped Andrew take off both their jeans and shove two pairs of pants down around two pairs of ankles so that their erections slapped together, and then there was glorious friction and Andrew's mouth was on his neck, and Teddy thought he might never have been happier than he was just at that moment.
Teddy thrust up against Andrew's prick, grasping Andrew's arse with both hands, pulling his cheeks apart. He let one finger meander down Andrew's crack and graze over his arsehole, and Andrew jerked in the embrace, choking and gasping.
"Fuck, Ted," he moaned, and Teddy did it again, and Andrew's reaction was the same. He thrust hard against Teddy and arched up, then, and Teddy wanted nothing more than to come just like that, spurting his semen between their bodies, his finger teasing Andrew's hole, Andrew swearing and gasping and arching up to his touch, his back bowed, his cheeks flushed pink and staining downwards.
He was close, and he hoped Andrew was, too. The sofa cushions abraded his back and he was pouring sweat, but Teddy didn't stop moving, wanting, needing, and he let out wordless little cries that might have meant something and might have meant nothing at all, and something unwound behind his belly button and then he was coming, spattering Andrew's belly and his own with his seed, thrusting mindlessly up towards Andrew's body. He pressed hard with the finger that had been teasing the rim of Andrew's arsehole, and Andrew shouted and the mess between them doubled as Andrew joined him in orgasm, crying out and collapsing on top of Teddy.
"Fuck, fuck, Ted," Andrew chanted again, and he scraped his teeth over Teddy's collarbone as the last shudders of his orgasm racked his body. Teddy's spent prick twitched between them as he held Andrew tight.
"God," he whispered into Andrew's ear, and Andrew laughed.
"No, just me. That was--"
"Brilliant," Teddy said, just as Andrew said, "Amazing."
"Yeah." Teddy nuzzled at Andrew's cheek. "You liked being touched there, I could tell."
"Mm hm." Andrew sounded a little embarrassed. "I, uh, I usually do it to myself when I wank, but it was a lot better with you."
Teddy swallowed. "I like it too. With fingers, or, um."
"Or what?" Andrew started kissing Teddy's neck, rubbing against him, ignoring the stickiness between their bellies.
"Tongue." Teddy said the word almost defiantly, shoving the thought of Remus's tongue in his arse out of his mind. "I've only done that once or twice, but it was, wow. Incredible."
"Yeah? I've never tried it," said Andrew, a note in his voice that Teddy couldn't quite decipher. "You may not have had proper sex either, but I think you have done a lot more than me."
"Some, maybe," Teddy admitted. "I guess I figure that as long as both people like what they're doing, there's no reason not to try stuff that sounds like it would be fun."
"Maybe... maybe you could show me? Sometime?"
"I'd like that." Teddy ran his hands along Andrew's back, curving them over Andrew's arse. "Maybe Sunday? Or maybe even later tonight?"
Andrew's eyes were dark, dilated, as he tipped his head back to gaze at Teddy. "You wouldn't mind?"
"Not at all," said Teddy honestly. "The time I tried it, I really liked it."
"I think I might be up for it later tonight, then. I mean, if you are." Andrew shivered and bent to kiss Teddy on the mouth.
Teddy sighed into the kiss, and when Andrew had taken his mouth away, Teddy looked up at him. "I'm pretty sure I will be," he said, and he shifted under Andrew's weight.
"Night's young, and so are we," Andrew said, grinning. "Maybe right now, though, we should get cleaned up. Um--d'you fancy having a shower together?"
"Oh, definitely," replied Teddy, and Andrew peeled his sticky body from Teddy's and they made their way to the bathroom.
Andrew turned on the water and perched on the edge of the tub. "Always takes a while for the water to heat up--old building, you know? Old pipes. Shouldn't be long, though."
Teddy sat next to Andrew on the cold porcelain of the tub and they made idle conversation while the water heated up. Andrew took Teddy's hand in his and traced a spiral on his palm as they talked. Teddy shivered, remembering Remus doing the same thing to him--how long ago had it been now? He shook his head, refusing to think of his father when he was with Andrew, and he leaned in for a kiss as steam began to seep out from behind the shower curtain.
"Water's warm," Andrew said against Teddy's mouth, but they kissed a moment longer before they broke apart and got into the tub.
Teddy had never showered with anyone before--well, not with anyone. He'd had group showers at school, of course, but this was hardly the same thing. At first it was awkward determining who got to stand under the spray when, but they laughed and slipped against each other's skin and washed each other's hair and nudged each other out of the way. Teddy got soap in his eyes and he shrieked, and Andrew laughed and smacked him on the arse, the noise echoing in the bathroom, and he pushed Teddy under the spray to wash the soap out.
It was brilliant, honestly, Teddy thought, maybe even more intimate than what they'd done to cause the mess they were washing off their bodies. And fun, too--though definitely not in the same way.
Andrew hopped out, telling Teddy to take his time finishing up and promising he'd bring Teddy's clothes in for him.
"Thanks," Teddy called out as Andrew whipped a towel around his waist and the door snicked shut behind him. Teddy took only a couple more minutes, as it happened, because the water was starting to grow cool. He turned off the tap and reached for the remaining towel, rubbing it briskly over his hair and then drying the rest of himself. With a glance in the mirror, he concentrated and changed his hair to flaming magenta, which Andrew had seemed to like, on Monday. He'd just finished that when Andrew was back, wearing a somewhat tatty dressing gown in orange and white, and carrying Teddy's clothes.
"Or you can borrow this," he said, holding up a rather newer dressing gown that Teddy was certain was the one Andrew usually wore.
It would be far easier to take that off than his own clothes would be, so Teddy accepted the offer with a smile and a quick brush his fingers against Andrew's. He did put on his own socks; Andrew had smaller feet than Teddy did, so he couldn't borrow any slippers.
"My mum would say, 'Now don't stay up to get dirty again,' and send me off to bed," Andrew joked as he hung the towels neatly back where they belonged.
"I'm happy to go to bed, but only if we can stay up and be dirty there," said Teddy, putting his arms around Andrew's waist from behind. "Since neither of us has to get up early anyhow."
Andrew rested his hands over Teddy's. "Sounds like a fine plan to me." He turned around and kissed Teddy, a long soft kiss that savoured every inch of Teddy's mouth. When he pulled away he leaned their foreheads together. "I'm really glad you came to the pub with Meghan on Saturday."
"Me, too." It all seemed to be happening fast, but it felt good to be with Andrew, far better than anything he'd done with any of the boys at school, and he just liked Andrew a lot even if he didn't know him too well yet. Teddy slipped one hand into the opening of Andrew's dressing gown, rubbing his thumb lightly over Andrew's nipple. "So let's go to bed."
They weren't quite as urgent this time, crawling under the covers after leaving Teddy's clothes and both dressing gowns on the floor--although Teddy failed to remove his socks--and running fingers lightly across each other's bodies. Andrew had a scar or three, mostly from Quidditch, and Teddy licked at them, making Andrew snort and laugh and say that it tickled, until Teddy came up for air, grinning.
"Prat." Andrew kissed him, though, and nudged his hard prick against Teddy's, using one hand to squeeze Teddy's arse, his fingertips exploring into the crack.
"Ooh, I like that," Teddy murmured against Andrew's throat, and he licked a line up Andrew's neck, urging him to continue.
"Ticklish--don't forget--" Andrew murmured, his fingers continuing their exploration of Teddy's arse, and Teddy moved away from the ticklish spot on Andrew's neck, flicking his tongue out to taste Andrew's earlobe.
One of Andrew's fingers skimmed over Teddy's arsehole, then, and Teddy arched up, caught by surprise, and he let out a little cry. Andrew grinned and shifted and did it again, and Teddy forced himself to relax, suckling at Andrew's ear, spreading himself wide for Andrew's fingers.
"D'you want me to, um--" Andrew murmured then, and it was all Teddy could manage to let out a Hmm? Andrew's fingers danced across his hole, then Andrew tapped it. "Tongue? You know?"
"Ohh," Teddy said, pushing himself up on his arms to gaze down at Andrew. "Are you sure you want to?"
"I mean, I've never done it before, but I think I do. Unless, maybe, you wanted to go first?" He bit his lip, and Teddy nodded.
"Are you bloody kidding me? Roll over!" He shoved at Andrew's shoulder and the other boy rolled over, laughing. Teddy laughed, too, spreading himself out over Andrew and kissing him between his shoulder blades.
Laugh! came Remus's voice in Teddy's mind, Have a sense of humour in bed! Teddy frowned and kissed Andrew's shoulders a little more frantically, alternating his kisses with little tastes of Andrew's clean skin. Laugh! He heard his father's voice again. Andrew's laughter had turned into happy little groans, and Teddy groaned back, drowning out Remus's admonitions, pressing his cock between Andrew's spread thighs.
"Are you ready?" Teddy murmured in Andrew's ear, and Andrew trembled.
"I think so," he said into the pillow.
"Relax," Teddy coaxed, "and if you don't like it, I'll stop, okay?"
Andrew nodded. "'Kay." Teddy felt Andrew tense as he kissed his way down Andrew's spine towards his arse, stopping here and there to lick at a freckle or a scar on Andrew's warm skin.
Teddy paused when he was just at the top of the crack. "There's a charm, for cleanliness," he said matter-of-factly, and Andrew relaxed a bit. "Hang on--it's easier with a wand, and mine's still in my pocket." He scrambled off the bed and dug it out, then back up, bouncing a little. "Ablue."
"I guess that did it," said Andrew. "Feels kind of tingly?"
"Yeah." Teddy put down his wand on the night stand and started kissing along the curve of Andrew's arse, heading back to where he'd left off. Andrew murmured, his legs moving wider. Teddy rested a hand on one of Andrew's cheeks, flattening it and drawing it away from the other so that he could finally see the shy pink of Andrew's arsehole. He leaned down and just barely touched his tongue to the top of Andrew's crack, pausing to see if Andrew objected before he began to slide down, inch by slow inch.
Far from objecting, Andrew was making noises that Teddy could only interpret as delighted whimpers. Teddy grinned to himself and licked further down, until he felt the change in texture that told him he'd reached his goal. He rubbed the tip of his tongue over the tiny opening, pressing gently, persuading the ring of muscle to relax and let him in.
"Fuck, fuck, Ted," Andrew gasped as Teddy breached him. "Oh--fuck!"
Teddy used both his hands now to hold Andrew open, and licked again, sliding his tongue inside. Andrew trembled.
He loves it, Teddy exulted, sealing his lips around Andrew's hole. He brushed the back of Andrew's balls with his thumbs, for good measure, and set up a rhythm with his tongue, slithering it in and out almost as if it were his cock. He was pretty sure he couldn't keep it up for too long--already he could feel the strain--but he wanted to do the best he could, make Andrew feel wonderful.
"Ted--please--ohfuckohfuck, gonna, gonna come," Andrew babbled, his hips pushing back against Teddy's face, almost shoving him away. Teddy held Andrew's thighs more firmly, licking frantically, aware that Andrew was pumping his cock as Teddy rimmed him.
"Ohhhh!" With that cry, Andrew's arsehole contracted around Teddy's tongue, and Teddy smelled the musky-bitter smell of come.
Andrew collapsed, still murmuring nonsense, and Teddy withdrew his tongue and pressed calming kisses to Andrew's arsecheeks, stroking his skin as Andrew came down from his orgasmic high.
"God--Ted--" Andrew finally managed, and Teddy slid up so he could embrace Andrew, who was pouring sweat and trembling. Teddy brushed Andrew's sodden fringe from his face and kissed his jaw.
"So," Teddy said, his voice husky, "d'you reckon you liked it?"
Andrew laughed, one short, sharp bark, and said nothing, still panting, making an obvious effort to slow his breath.
"Thought you might," said Teddy, and he kissed Andrew's jaw again, aware that Andrew might not be up for kissing him on the mouth quite yet.
"I could--" Andrew said, and Teddy stroked his arm.
"I'd like it. If you want to." Teddy was ever mindful of the fact that he wasn't sure where Andrew's boundaries lay, and the last thing he wanted was to cross one of those invisible lines. He didn't want to push, but god, he wanted to have Andrew's tongue in his arse.
Andrew nodded. "Fucking hell I want to, if it feels half as good for you as it did for me! I mean, I don't know exactly what to do, but--"
Teddy cut him off. "Just--kiss, you know? Um, use your tongue, and sort of, you know. Lick. Do what you think you'd like, what you liked me doing." He knew he sounded a bit like his father, but just then he didn't mind. "Do you maybe want me to cast the cleansing charm on myself?"
"Um--yeah, that might be good. I know Ablue--of course, I never knew a person could use it for that--but I'm shaking a bit too much right now to be any good at any spells."
"Grab my wand, then?" Andrew did, and Teddy, who would have been lying if he'd tried to say he wasn't nervous and trembling a bit himself, cast the spell. His arsehole tingled pleasantly, and he chucked his wand back at the nightstand. It promptly rolled onto the floor, but Teddy wasn't concerned about that as he turned over, presenting himself to Andrew.
It was a moment before Andrew touched him, just long enough for Teddy to worry that maybe he'd changed his mind after all, but then he felt Andrew's breath against his skin and Andrew's fingers slide sweaty along his back.
"Maybe you could kneel up a little higher?" asked Andrew, a hint of a quaver in his voice.
"'Course." Teddy pulled his knees up, raising his arse. He folded his arms and rested his forehead on them, tense with anticipation.
Andrew was kissing along his spine, the same way that Teddy had done to him, moving slowly but steadily downward.
"That feels brilliant," Teddy murmured encouragingly as Andrew's tongue touched the top of his crack.
"Good," came Andrew's voice, indistinct against Teddy's skin, and Teddy felt his own lips move in a smile.
Then Andrew pulled Teddy's cheeks a little apart and swiped his tongue in a wide wet stripe across Teddy's hole, and Teddy gasped, "Fuck yeah." His prick was hard and leaking, leaving little dots of wetness on his stomach as it bounced with his swaying. "Andrew, yeah."
Andrew lapped over Teddy's hole a few more times, making grunting noises, and then he started licking in a spiral, closer and closer until the tip of his tongue slid inside. He didn't go very far in, just flickered his tongue at the entrance, but that was enough for Teddy. He bit his own arm and moaned. Andrew's hands were grasping his thighs, holding him open, so that Teddy could only move a little bit. He had to shift awkwardly to get his other arm free to reach for his aching cock.
Teddy stroked himself with a light rapid touch, matching the way that Andrew was tongue-fucking him. He didn't even try to hold back, but let the orgasm pour through him like a river, gushing out in thick spurts. Andrew slowed and stopped as Teddy came, holding him, his face pressed against Teddy's arse.
"Wow. That was--wow," said Teddy dazedly when it was over. "You're really good at that."
"You said to do what I thought I'd like, so I did." Andrew crawled up the bed and lay facing Teddy, running one finger through the mess on Teddy's stomach. He lifted it to his mouth and sucked. "It didn't taste bad."
Teddy watched, fascinated, as Andrew sucked Teddy's come from his finger. He'd never even thought of doing that before, just swallowed some if he'd sucked someone off. "And--what about that?" he managed, indicating Andrew's finger.
"That tastes brilliant," said Andrew around his finger. He put his whole hand on Teddy's stomach, then, right in the mess, and spread his fingers wide. He began massaging the come into Teddy's skin, moving his hand in slow, wide circles. It was brilliant, but it was almost too much--Teddy was still ultra-sensitive after coming and he shivered and tried not to squirm as Andrew continued the massage.
Andrew kissed him, then, right near his mouth, and Teddy turned and embraced Andrew, pressing their bodies flush against each other. They tangled their legs together, and Teddy found it harder and harder to keep his eyes open.
"You going to sleep?" Andrew mumbled after a few minutes.
"Hmm. No," Teddy lied, his breathing steady, his eyes completely closed.
"Liar." Andrew's voice was sleepy, too, and he rubbed Teddy's back lightly with his hand, just a few circles before his body began to fall limp against Teddy's.
The next thing Teddy knew, it was morning, and someone was snoring.
He rolled over and rubbed the crust from his eyes, regarding his bed partner. Andrew's hair stuck out in all directions and he lay sprawled on his back. His mouth hung open and the noise he was making could have rattled the roof off the building, Teddy thought.
He kicked Andrew. Maybe not the most polite action, in retrospect, but Teddy had never been one of those gracious morning-person types.
Andrew, for his part, snuffled and rolled over and blinked several times, moaning. "Oh--hey, Ted. Fuck, was I snoring?" he slurred.
Teddy nodded. "Only a little," he lied. He did have some manners, after all. His father always prodded him about that.
"Sorry." Andrew yawned and curled up next to Teddy, draping one arm over him. "My dorm mates always complained about it. I used to have to put a silencing spell on my bed curtains."
"'S all right." Teddy wriggled against Andrew, whose morning erection prodded into Teddy's thigh. Teddy ran his tongue around his mouth; pretty rank, he supposed, not that Andrew's was likely to be better. "What time is it, can you see?"
"Um--eight-thirty or so. You have to work at noon?"
"Yeah, noon today. And I should probably go home first and change; Madam Poyt insists on proper attire," said Teddy. The skin of his stomach felt all wrinkled and tight, and he realised that he still had dried come smeared over him. "And shower first, too."
"You can shower here, but there's time for this, isn't there?" Andrew's voice was coaxing and his hand slithered over Teddy's hip and down to his cock, which reacted immediately.
"Can't see why not." Teddy rolled over towards Andrew and started to touch him in return. "Hey." He kissed the hollow of Andrew's throat. "No better way to wake up."
"Nope." Andrew's breath was a little stale, but not too bad. Teddy thrust harder against his hand, feeling Andrew speed up as well. It wasn't long before they'd both come, grinning.
"Not as good as last night, but that was pretty special," Andrew said. "Let me shower first, then I'll make us something to eat while you wash, okay?"
"Okay." Teddy sprawled out in Andrew's bed for a few minutes, listening to the sound of the running water. When he heard it stop, he found his wand on the floor and charmed the bedclothes clean--getting rid of the worst of the stains, anyhow--before he gathered up his clothes and trailed down the hallway to find Andrew towelling his hair dry.
"Eggs and toast?" Andrew asked, swatting Teddy's bare arse playfully.
"Sure, whatever you want." Teddy reciprocated. "I'll only be a few minutes."
The shower was a luxury, and Teddy stayed in a while longer than he meant to. When he emerged, the flat was filled with breakfasty smells and Teddy's stomach rumbled. He threw on his clothes and towelled his hair into a semblance of dryness--he could fix it properly once he got home, he supposed--and found Andrew already seated in the kitchen, attacking a plate of eggs.
"Sorry," Andrew said with a sheepish grin when Teddy came in, "I was too hungry to wait. There's a plate there by the stove and eggs in the pan, and toast as well." Teddy filled his plate and sat across from Andrew. Something rustled in his pocket when he sat down--oh. Remus's letter. Well.
Teddy shovelled eggs into his mouth--he was as hungry as Andrew, apparently--and when he'd satiated the initial hunger pangs, he took the crumpled parchment from his pocket and held it up.
"Um," he said, "My dad's invited me to a concert Saturday next. He wanted to know if I would be bringing someone." He left the question hanging in the air, unasked.
"What kind of concert?" asked Andrew. He got up to take more scrambled eggs for himself from the pan.
"Some Muggle pop group, I think," Teddy replied. "A friend of my dad's gives voice lessons--I guess it's one of his students. He never did tell me the name. It might be boring, but maybe, if you wanted--?"
"With your dad?" Andrew's voice was neutral, but Teddy suspected apprehension behind it.
"Well, with my dad and his... his boyfriend, actually." The word was heavy on Teddy's tongue. It was weird saying it in front of Andrew, even if he wasn't referring to their relationship.
"I..." Andrew paused, looking down at his plate.
"You don't have to come," Teddy said in a rush. Shit. Now he felt stupid, all right.
"No, I--that'll be nice." Andrew didn't sound entirely convinced of himself.
Andrew nodded. "Yeah. We can do that. Owl me the details?" Andrew shoved the last of his breakfast into his mouth and rose, putting his plate and fork in the sink. He downed the rest of his tea standing by the table, and Teddy took this as his cue to finish and get moving.
"I had a really good time," Teddy said, touching Andrew's arm. "I'll find out more about that concert and owl you, and maybe we can get together this weekend?"
"Probably not." Andrew grimaced. "Match on Saturday, and there's a reserve-team match on Sunday, too."
"No time after the Saturday match?" Teddy was disappointed.
"I don't think so. It's against the Harpies and those almost always run long, and with the Sunday morning match... Wish it weren't so. Sometime next week though, maybe? I'll find out."
"Okay. I'll send that owl tomorrow, probably."
"Great." Andrew still sounded a little reserved, but he bussed Teddy on the cheek. "Did you need the Floo, or are you Apparating?"
"Easier to Apparate, going home," said Teddy. "See you soon." He raised his hand in a farewell salute and concentrated hard, feeling the familiar disorientation as his own flat appeared around him.
Remus had hinted that Teddy could meet him for lunch, Teddy recalled as he quickly changed into clean clothes. Well, that wouldn't work today, since Teddy's break would be in late afternoon, but maybe he could drop in at the bookstore and find out more about the concert then. It would be awkward, seeing his father, but it might be better that way, in public.