HP fic: Better the Instruction (19/22) [Teddy/Andrew, adult]
Title: Better the Instruction (19/22) Authors: celandineb and emiime Fandom: HP Chapter pairings: Teddy/Andrew; references to Teddy/Remus, Remus/Sam. Chapter rating: adult Chapter length: ~7800 words Warnings: Blowjobs, plugs, wanking, rimming, fantasising over dirty pictures. Summary: Andrew had a crap day. Teddy makes him feel better. Note: AU (Remus survived the war). See here for complete story header with all pairings/warnings. Also here.
Teddy had been waiting all week to see Andrew again; he was full of ideas from Remus's books and from the last session with his dad. He wanted badly to show Andrew his plugs--he hoped Andrew would enjoy them as much as he did himself--and he thought the two of them could perhaps leaf through the books together and get some new ideas.
Well, maybe not that last--if Andrew asked where Teddy had got the books, he might have a hard time explaining.
But that didn't matter; Teddy had enough ideas of his own. He just hoped he could take things slowly enough not to scare Andrew off.
They hadn't seen each other since their lunch together on Sunday--well, since lunch-and-a-blowjob on Sunday, to be accurate. Practise for the reserve teams had started up again, rigorously, after the holidays, and Andrew had been busy all week.
But it was finally Friday night, and Andrew was coming over, and besides the surprises that Teddy had in store for the bedroom, he'd decided he would cook Andrew dinner as well. No doubt Andrew would be starved after practise, and he'd certainly be delighted that Teddy had made something with his own two hands (well, and his wand) rather than ordering takeaway.
Since he'd made toad-in-the-hole with Andrew's help before, quite successfully, he decided he could do the same again on his own. He bought some vegetables too--a packet of mixed carrots, cauliflower, and beans, already cleaned and cut up--which he could just boil up according to the directions printed on the back. He wasn't foolish enough to attempt to make a pudding for after by himself, but bought a cream slice instead, and instant chocolate.
Teddy hurried home after work. He had, as promised, been promoted by Madam Poyt and now spent part of his work hours mixing potions as well as minding the till in the shop; it was good to feel that he was getting on, but the hours were also a bit longer. The extra Galleons were nice to have, though. He mixed up the batter and poured it over the sausages, shoving the tin in the oven just as he heard Andrew arrive.
"I'm in the kitchen," he called out, and Andrew came in, running his fingers through his damp hair.
"Long practise," he said. "Just had time to shower before I came over."
Teddy went to him and put his arms around Andrew's waist, tilting his head up to give Andrew a kiss. "You look tired."
Andrew made a face. "It was one of those days, you know? I couldn't seem to do anything right. Dropped three passes in a row--our coach bawled me out in front of everyone."
"Well--I just put dinner in the oven, so we've about half an hour." Teddy ran a finger along Andrew's jaw. "Except really only twenty minutes, since I have to boil the vegetables still."
"What did you make?" Andrew asked.
"Toad-in-the-hole," said Teddy. "Just the way you taught me, so it should be perfect. And some mixed veg to go with it."
Andrew's expression relaxed a little, though he still looked tense and unhappy from his bad day. "That sounds really good, Ted."
"But in the meantime..." Teddy gave him a wicked grin. "I have some ideas for later, but how would you like something as a kind of starter? A quick sucking-off to soothe your nerves?"
Andrew lifted an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Really," Teddy replied, "No reciprocation necessary, even." His cock twitched in his trousers as if in protest of this idea, but Teddy ignored it and backed Andrew against the wall, covering his mouth with kisses.
"Yes?" Teddy finally asked when Andrew gave no response.
"I--yes, yes, I'd be an idiot to refuse," replied Andrew, fumbling with the button on his jeans.
"Let me," Teddy said, and he unbuttoned and unzipped and pulled down Andrew's jeans and nuzzled Andrew's already-stiffening prick through his boxers. He smelled of soap and clean cotton and Andrew, and Teddy smiled to himself as he pressed a kiss to Andrew's belly, just above the elastic waist of his pants.
Andrew thrust forward, but Teddy pinned him against the wall. "Just stay still," he muttered, and he dragged Andrew's pants down and freed his lovely stiff prick, the head of it just beginning to peek from the foreskin.
"I've been waiting all week to suck you off," said Teddy, and he had. Andrew moaned at this announcement, slumping a little against the wall.
Teddy drew Andrew's foreskin back, licking round and around the exposed head, then made quick work of sucking Andrew off so that Andrew was soon gasping and swearing and tightening his fingers in Teddy's spiky violet hair and spurting into Teddy's eager mouth.
Teddy pulled away, then, wiping a dribble of Andrew's come from his chin with the back of his hand. He grinned up at Andrew, who gave one last whimper and slid down the wall.
"What did I do to deserve that?" he asked, but Teddy only shrugged.
"Like I said, I missed you," he replied, "and I've been wanting to suck your cock all week. And I--think you're pretty great." He'd nearly said I love you, but he'd caught himself in time. He would have to watch that and remember that they were taking things slowly, no matter how certain he felt about his emotions.
Andrew grinned. "Fair enough," he said, though from the tone of his voice, Teddy was fairly sure Andrew thought it was more than fair. A moment later, his suspicions were confirmed when Andrew said, "I'll definitely have to pay you back later."
Teddy waggled his eyebrows. "You bet you will," he replied, and held out a hand to Andrew. "Come on, up, and we'll have a drink before dinner."
He pulled two beers from the fridge, opened them, and gave Andrew one. Then he put a saucepan of water on to boil for the vegetables and laid the table, feeling very domesticated as Andrew watched him.
"Is it a special occasion?" Andrew asked abruptly. "I mean, you're cooking dinner, you sucked me off, you say you have plans for later..." He took a drink of his beer.
"No. I just wanted to do something nice for you. It's not a special occasion." Actually the day before had been the two-month anniversary of when they had met, and that had partly inspired Teddy, but he didn't want to say so. He poked the vegetables to see if they were done yet. They were; he drained them and put them into a dish, then opened the oven and levitated the toad-in-the-hole over to the table, settling it onto a trivet. "Voila, dinner. Bet you didn't think I could do it."
"I'll wait until I taste everything before I judge." Andrew's voice was solemn, and for a moment Teddy was hurt by Andrew's doubt, until he saw the grin lurking.
They began to eat. Teddy was pleased with how it had turned out. The vegetables were a little overdone, maybe, but the toad-in-the-hole was perfect, savoury sausages tucked into puffy dough that was lovely and crisp around the edges.
"Cooking isn't really that hard, is it?" he remarked as he took a second helping.
"Not really. I think a lot of people try recipes that are too complicated to start with and get discouraged, or they manage really simple things--like beans on toast--but never bother to go beyond that," Andrew replied. He chewed a bite thoughtfully. "Plus, it's nicer to cook for someone else, so probably some people feel like it's not worthwhile."
"That's true." Teddy certainly hadn't cared about cooking much when it was just himself to feed. "I'm glad you're teaching me. Would you like another beer?"
"I'll get them," said Andrew, standing up.
"Thanks." Teddy smiled at his plate as Andrew rummaged in the fridge, then brought two new beers to the table and opened one for Teddy.
"So why purple today?" Andrew asked a minute later, pointing his fork at Teddy.
"Oh--" Teddy ran a hand over his the vivid spikes of his hair. He shrugged. "I don't know. It just seemed like a purple sort of day."
"Oh," said Andrew, "okay. I didn't know if it was maybe some sort of, um."
Teddy quirked an eyebrow. "Some sort of what?"
"Statement, I guess. Some kind of gay pride thing? Did you wear that to work?" Andrew's voice was cautious, and he spoke rather more slowly than usual, as if he were choosing his words carefully, and Teddy resolved not to be upset by Andrew's questioning.
"No," he replied, "I always keep it brown for work. Madame Poyt prefers it that way, and I like my job, so I don't like to upset her. And it's not some sort of statement, or anything else. I just liked the purple. But I can change it if it bothers you." He said this last very quietly, not really wanting to change it.
Andrew seemed to consider this. "No," he said finally, "it looks good on you. I'm just--" and here he poked at the remnants of his dinner for a long moment.
Teddy didn't dare interrupt, wanting badly to hear what was upsetting Andrew.
"I'm just still working on this gay thing," he said finally, all in a rush. "I lost my family because of it, and though I had a brilliant time with you and your dad and Sam at Christmas, it still hurts. And today--well--" Andrew sighed. "Today when my coach decided to berate me in front of the whole team, he used some, ah, choice phrases, and everyone seemed to think it was hilarious that I was standing there getting called a fairy in front of them all."
Teddy's mouth fell open. He hadn't expected this. "Did he really?" he asked, and he didn't wait for an answer before asking a barrage of other questions. "Did he mean it? What did you say? Surely not everyone laughed--did they?"
"Well--not everyone. Meghan McCormack didn't, nor Colin St. John. But pretty much all the rest of them." Andrew answered the last question first. "And yeah, I think that old Harwood meant it. He's said stuff like that before, just not to me. I--I didn't say anything back. What could I say? I'd fucked up royally during practise, I deserved to be dressed down for that."
"Maybe you deserved to be criticised for missing those passes," Teddy argued, "but who you want to sleep with is totally irrelevant to how you played. That's just not on." He could feel himself literally becoming hot, he was so angry on Andrew's behalf.
"What can I do about it, though?" said Andrew. "Harwood's the coach, he's the one who'll decide if I ever get a chance to be on the regular team and not the reserves--although if I don't play better, there's no way he'll even consider that. If I let him know it bothers me, or tell someone else on the team and he gets to hear about it, he'll say I'm too much of a girl to handle criticism and then I'll never get ahead."
Teddy squelched his impulse to say, "Who cares?" He knew that Andrew did care, that he wanted very much to become one of the starting players on the team, to prove his abilities. "Okay," he said carefully. "You've never told anyone on the team that you're gay, right?"
Andrew shook his head.
"That's probably why they laughed." Teddy was figuring out what to say even as he spoke. "If they'd really believed that you were, it wouldn't have seemed funny. I mean, there are girls on the team, Meghan's the Keeper, so being called a girl isn't much of an insult really."
"I suppose not, but it was meant as one. Why do they have to care?" Andrew sounded completely discouraged. "Why pick that as the thing to rag me about?"
"I don't know," said Teddy honestly. "I don't know why some people seem to think it's some sort of threat that not everyone is just like them, especially when it comes to sexuality." He thought about it for a minute. "I guess maybe in a small way it's the same with Madam Poyt wanting me to have brown hair, because it's 'normal', even though as a Metamorphmagus purple hair is just as natural for me. Only I can just change, and change back, because any colour is 'normal'--and I can't change who I lo- who I fancy."
Bugger. He bit his tongue over the near-slip, but luckily Andrew didn't seem to have noticed.
Andrew nodded slowly, still poking at the crumbs on his plate. "I guess that makes sense," he said, "and I know I'm just going to have to keep my chin up, or whatever, and deal with whatever shit gets thrown my way. Because I do want to be on the regular team--you know that. It's what I want most in the world."
He raised his eyes and looked at Teddy. He seemed to be considering something. "Close to 'most', anyway."
Teddy played dumb. "What do you mean--there's something that you want more than to play Quidditch until you get too old to ride a broom anymore?"
Andrew smirked. "Maybe your broom," he said, and Teddy groaned.
"You can ride my broom as much as you like, as long as you promise never to make a horrible pun like that again," he said, adding a chuckle to further lighten the mood. He was relieved when Andrew's smile grew a little--he hadn't had a clue what he was really saying or how to make Andrew feel better.
The innuendos about riding brooms hadn't passed him by entirely, though, and a little part of him worried that Andrew might have some ideas for later that night, as well--ideas that Teddy wasn't quite ready for.
"Seriously, though, Ted," Andrew said then, putting down his fork and sitting back in his chair, "the only reason I didn't pull out my wand and throw a good hex at Coach Harwood today--besides that I want to be on the regular team--was because I started thinking of you, and anticipating spending the weekend here with you, and, fairy or no, that made me feel a bit better inside. So, um--thanks," he finished a bit lamely, and he bit his lower lip.
Teddy shrugged and began to clear the dinner plates to hide the satisfaction that he knew was showing in his expression. "I didn't actually do anything--" he began, standing at the sink, but then Andrew's arms went around him from behind and Teddy set the plates in the sink and leaned back into the embrace.
"It's not what you did today, necessarily," Andrew said against Teddy's neck, "it's what you do all the time. I'm bloody crazy about you, Ted, and--and even when I'm practising Quidditch, I can't stop thinking about you, and I know I sound like a bloody great girl right about now, but I swear to you when I started thinking about you today, I relaxed. I can't explain." He paused, laughing, and the ripple of his laughter moved over Teddy's skin.
Teddy turned around in the embrace and put his arms about Andrew.
"I mean, it's not perfect," Andrew continued. "We're not perfect, I guess, me especially, but when we get together--" he coloured. "I just think--sometimes I wish my team could meet you, you know. And my family, too."
Well. That had come out of nowhere.
"Thanks for saying that. It means a lot to me, really," Teddy said, tightening his arms around Andrew. "I know you can't do anything about your coach. Or your parents."
"I was thinking, actually," said Andrew into Teddy's hair. "Ruthie and Gemma are both still in school, but even Ruthie is old enough for the Hogsmeade weekends now. If there's a Saturday when they'd be in Hogsmeade, and I don't have a match, maybe you could get the day off from Slug & Jiggers and go with me to meet my sisters?"
"You mean that?" A flood of warmth swept through Teddy. "It won't be a problem if your parents find out?"
Andrew rubbed his nose. "I mean it. Although you're right, I'll write the girls and make sure they're okay with it, first. I don't know what my parents said to them about me. I haven't heard anything from my mum or my dad since that letter saying they didn't want me home for Christmas this year." He sighed. "Maybe I should try writing them again. It's my mum's birthday in a couple of weeks, I could send a card."
"A card sounds like a good plan," Teddy agreed. "Something simple. But yeah, if your sisters want to meet me, and there's a weekend when all of us are free, I'd really enjoy that. I suppose I saw them at Hogwarts, but you know how you don't really know that many of the other kids unless they're in your year or your House. Ruthie especially sounds like someone I'd like."
"She's a character." Andrew chuckled. "She'll definitely like you. Probably she'll be annoyed that you're my boyfriend because she'll want you for herself. Oh," he said, turning red. "Bugger."
"Well, we are boyfriends, aren't we?" Teddy grinned, relieved that Andrew had said it first. "We have dates, we sleep together..."
"Yeah." Andrew was still flushed.
"I like the idea of having a boyfriend. Of having you as a boyfriend," said Teddy. "Like you said. I think about you all the time." He brushed Andrew's fringe back and pulled Andrew's face closer for a kiss that started off gentle, but quickly became much more urgent.
"You said you had some ideas for later," Andrew said when the kiss ended. "Is it later now?"
Teddy pretended to check his watch, though he wasn't wearing one. "This is later enough for me," he said, grinning. "Why don't we go into the bedroom and I can show you what I've been thinking about?"
Andrew responded with a kiss that sent a shiver all the way down to Teddy's toes, then they held hands as they walked into the bedroom.
"What did you have planned?" Andrew asked, but Teddy shook his head.
"Let's get undressed first." He was already fumbling with the buttons of Andrew's shirt by the time he'd finished saying this, and Andrew began to undress him, as well.
When they were naked, Teddy pressed himself to Andrew for another long, toe-tingling kiss, then took his hand and tugged him down so they sat side-by-side on the bed.
"Okay," Teddy said then. "I want to show you something, and if you think it's weird, promise you'll say so, all right?"
Andrew knitted his eyebrows together, and it took him a moment to answer, and when he did, his voice was cautious. "Um, all right."
Teddy gave a nod and scrambled across the bed to open his the drawer of his night stand, extracting the smallest of his plugs from within. He could get the lube in a minute, he decided, if Andrew was okay with the idea. And he didn't think he needed to pull out a plug that was any bigger than the small one, lest Andrew get offended.
"Here," he said, and he gestured for Andrew to hold out his hand, then he placed the plug in Andrew's outstretched palm.
"What--?" Andrew asked, and stopped himself. He closed his fist around the plug.
"Um, it's a plug," said Teddy, suddenly embarrassed. "For your arse. Or, um, my arse. Or an arse. It's kind of fun. I thought you might like to play with it, with me."
Andrew opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before any words came out.
"I think that might be fun," he said in a near-whisper, not looking at Teddy. "But you'll have to show me exactly what you mean."
Teddy grinned, relieved. "Okay. Let me grab the lube, and I will."
He'd thought about how he would do this, if Andrew proved to be interested in trying out the plug. He didn't want to be quite as teacher-y as Remus had been, lecturing about making sure everything was clean and so on, but since it was pretty obvious that Andrew hadn't experimented with such a thing before, he probably needed to do some explaining... although maybe demonstrating would be enough. First things first, though. He picked up the lube.
"Okay," he said, and touched Andrew's arm. Andrew jerked a little and finally looked at Teddy again. "You'd probably rather watch me use it, right?"
Andrew licked his lips and nodded and handed Teddy the plug. Teddy leaned in to kiss him again, awkwardly since he had the plug in one hand and the lube in the other.
"I'm going to lie down," he said thickly afterward, "so it'll be easier for you to watch, yeah?"
Andrew nodded again. There were little beads of sweat around his hairline.
Teddy stretched out on the bed, his thighs spread wide, and squeezed some of the lube into his left hand, coating the plug with it. Andrew's eyes were wide as they followed the movement of the plug down until it rested against Teddy's arsehole. Teddy moved the tip of it in circles.
"It feels good--although not as good as your tongue," he added wickedly, just to see Andrew blush. "And--ah, yeah," he gasped a little as he pushed it in, about halfway. This small one was much easier to take than the one he'd used for Remus. He'd been showing off, then, and he'd been a little more sore than he'd expected afterward. He pulled the plug out, then with a series of slow thrusts, moved it deeper and deeper until the flared base was resting securely against his arsehole.
With the lube still on his left hand, Teddy stroked his cock a bit, coaxing himself to full hardness, but it was mostly desultory. It was the way he was fucking himself with the plug that had Andrew's attention.
"Help me out?"
"What do you mean?" Andrew's voice quavered.
"Here." Teddy took his right hand off the plug and reached for Andrew's, guiding it to his arse. "Move it with me."
"Oh." Andrew scooted forward until he could easily fuck Teddy with the plug. He rested his other hand on Teddy's thigh, and Teddy hummed his satisfaction.
"Do you do this a lot?" Andrew asked then, trailing his fingers down Teddy's thigh, then up again.
"Hmm? Oh--sometimes." Teddy shot Andrew a lazy grin. "Like to think about you while I'm doing it."
And that did it for Andrew--the blush that had begun as two pink spots in his cheeks flared to bright red, staining downwards, and Andrew choked and moved even closer, shoving Teddy's thighs apart and fucking him even harder with the plug.
"I thought this would be weird," Andrew confessed, his voice strangely breathy, "but it's not. It's brilliant."
"I could do it to you, if you wanted, later," Teddy replied, his own voice coming in gasps as he was rocked back and forth by the strength of Andrew's thrusts.
"You'd fuck me?" Andrew asked, and Teddy bit his lip and nodded. Andrew's innocent question went straight to Teddy's cock, which was now standing fully stiff and demanding that attention be paid.
"Fuck, yes, I'd fuck you," Teddy gasped. "Someday with my cock, but for now, with the plug. God, Andrew, I want to put it inside you, stretch you out and open you up for me." He wasn't sure anymore whether he was talking about opening Andrew for the plug or for his cock, but he didn't much care, either. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew they must wait to try actual, proper, cock-in-arse sex, though, and it was that--and the fact that Andrew was still fucking him with the plug while fisting his own cock--that kept him from rolling over and preparing Andrew's hole for his cock.
"You look so fucking hot like this," Andrew said. Any inhibitions he'd initially had about the plug seemed to have vanished.
Teddy certainly felt hot, his violet spikes mussed, a blush creeping down his chest, his eyes half-lidded and his mouth open and panting for Andrew to fuck him harderhardermore. He slid down the pillows, throwing his legs wide and stroking his cock out of time with Andrew's thrusts. "Faster," he begged, and Andrew sped up. Teddy wasn't even touching the plug any more, both hands on his cock and balls instead, desperate to come.
"Come on, yeah." Andrew gave an extra-firm thrust and Teddy groaned and came, his eyes locked on Andrew. The sharp smell of his spunk cut through the beer-tinged scent of sweat as pulse after pulse came from deep in his groin.
"God," Teddy choked. "Andrew."
Andrew smiled a little at that. He let go of the plug, leaving it buried in Teddy's arse, and leaned over to bite at Teddy's neck and ear. "Pretty far from god, I think, but thanks anyhow," he whispered as he mouthed Teddy's skin.
Now that he'd come, Teddy felt limp and lazy, but he wanted to see Andrew spread out for him, wanted to fuck him with the plug as Andrew had done for him. "That was brilliant," he said, stroking Andrew's back. "Just--hang on, let me pull it out." There was a faint pop as the plug slid out of his arse, and Teddy sighed, setting it down next to him.
"Ted?" Andrew was tracing one finger in random patterns on Teddy's chest.
"Do you want to fuck me?" Andrew's voice was higher than usual. "I mean, not this second since you just came, but tonight?"
Teddy froze, his mind spinning in three directions at once. He managed with a great effort to speak calmly. "Are you sure?"
"I--yeah." But Andrew didn't quite meet Teddy's eyes.
"I want to," said Teddy honestly, "but I think maybe we should wait. I mean, I never have, and you never have, and we started off too fast and regretted it, you know? I'd rather not push things again and be sorry." All of which was certainly true, but he realised also that much though he cared for Andrew--all right, loved him--there was something in Teddy that wanted to have his first time be with Remus. He'd worked too hard to get his father to agree to cheat them both out of that.
Andrew seemed ready to protest, but he looked into Teddy's eyes and nodded. "No, you're right," he said. He let out a shuddering breath. "I just thought--well, it doesn't matter what I thought, because you're absolutely right. We'll make it really special, yeah?"
Teddy grinned, biting his lip. "Absolutely," he breathed, and he pulled Andrew close and kissed him, snaking a hand between their bodies to grip Andrew's cock.
"Want me to take care of this for you?" he murmured against Andrew's mouth.
Andrew nodded. "And fuck me," he whined, "with the plug. Please?"
Every single one of Remus's many admonitions about washing plugs thoroughly and not sharing toys echoed in Teddy's head for the briefest of moments, then he muttered, "Fuck it," and picked up the plug, casting a quick Ablue on it. Remus would not have approved--but for the moment, Teddy didn't much care.
"It's clean," he said, holding it up and positioning himself between Andrew's legs. Looking down, he realised his belly was still spattered with his own spunk, and he swiped at it, rubbing his hand on the bedclothes.
"Okay," Andrew said, and he spread his legs a little wider, pulling at his cock. "I'm ready."
"Just--tell me if you don't like it, okay?" Teddy asked.
"I'm pretty sure I will," replied Andrew, "but yeah, you'll know if I don't." He grinned at Teddy, a grin so full of trust and--dare Teddy think it?--love that something inside Teddy melted a little.
He scooted forward and set the plug on the bed for the time being, stroking Andrew's inner thighs though everything inside him was urging him to plunge in straightaway. But Andrew hadn't any experience, really, with penetration, except with fingers, and Teddy remembered how sore he had been after his first experience with the plugs. Yes, best to take it slowly.
"Gonna lick you first," he murmured, and a grin spread over his face as Andrew groaned and writhed on the sweaty bedclothes.
"Ohgod, yes, please," Andrew babbled, lifting his knees as Teddy repeated the cleaning spell, this time on Andrew's arse, and scooted down so that he could lick Andrew's bollocks thoroughly before running his tongue along the seam behind them and back to the tight pucker that yielded to him only slowly.
It was immensely flattering to hear the incoherent sounds Andrew made as Teddy coaxed his arse to relax and allow Teddy's tongue to pleasure him. When Teddy felt that Andrew had reached a sufficient level of lust, he pulled back, wiped his mouth, and sat up again.
"Need to put the lube on," he murmured, reaching for that and the plug. "It'll be cool," he warned Andrew as he brought the well-slicked plug to Andrew's hole and slipped just the tip of it inside.
"Yeah..." Andrew's face was flushed, and Teddy realised he was holding his breath.
"Breathe," Teddy said sharply, and Andrew gasped as if he hadn't known he wasn't.
"Sorry. A little nervous," said Andrew.
"'S okay," said Teddy. He stroked around Andrew's arsehole with his fingertips, rubbing over his perineum and sliding the plug a little further in. "Tell me if it hurts," he reminded Andrew, who shook his head.
The plug slipped into Andrew's body more easily than Teddy had expected, and he stared, mesmerised, at the way Andrew's arsehole clenched at it, the way the base of it fitted against his skin. "Gorgeous," he said, almost to himself.
"Don't stop," Andrew pleaded. "Ted--"
"I won't," promised Teddy, beginning to move the plug gently, reminding himself that Andrew wasn't accustomed to this and wouldn't thank him afterward if Teddy was too rough. He imagined what it would be like to have his cock there, in that tight heat, and felt a throb of renewed lust at the idea. Soon, ohgod, soon.
Andrew moaned and reached for his own prick, the head of it appearing and disappearing as he fisted himself. He made little greedy whining noises as Teddy fucked him, as if he wanted Teddy to move the plug faster or harder but didn't quite know how to ask for what he wanted.
And Teddy was determined not to give him what he wanted if he didn't ask for it--not out of any sadistic sort of attitude, but because he was determined not to hurt Andrew in the least.
"Fuck, Ted," Andrew gasped, jerking his cock a little faster now. Teddy could see precome dribbling from the slit already, and he knew that a few well-aimed strokes would likely send Andrew over the edge.
He pushed Andrew's knees further apart and shifted, then changed the angle of the plug just as Remus had demonstrated. Apparently he found Andrew's prostate, for Andrew let out what could only be described as a shriek, then grunted his way through his orgasm, his spunk ribboning onto his belly.
He lay there, panting, and Teddy held still between his knees, one hand still on the base of the plug, not wanting to move.
"Did--was it--" he asked finally, and Andrew reached out a hand, which Teddy gladly took, crawling up the bed to lie alongside Andrew with their bodies just touching.
Teddy nudged Andrew's toes with his own. "Brilliant, eh?"
"Fffuck," was all Andrew said for a moment, then: "Yeah. God, yes. Bloody brilliant, Ted. Dunno why we waited so long to try that."
Teddy laughed a little and nuzzled against Andrew's neck. His own cock had given a few interested twitches while he was fucking Andrew with the plug, but now it lay flaccid and quiet against his thigh. "We can do it a lot more, then, since you liked it," he said.
Andrew shifted. "I want it to be your cock, still, someday, though," he said.
"It will be," Teddy promised, and he gave Andrew a quick kiss. "Um," he said, and he coughed, "do you maybe want some help getting that out?"
"I think I can manage it," said Andrew with a somewhat embarrassed smile. He reached between his legs and grimaced a bit as he pulled the plug out. "Where should I put this?"
"Here." Teddy took it from him and put it on the nightstand by the bed. "I'll clean it later. That's something, though--I just used a charm to clean it for you, but really it should be soap and water and it's better not to share plugs if you can. I mean, for us it's probably not a big deal 'cause neither of us has any weird diseases, right, but it's a good habit." He realised he was rabbiting on and stopped.
"How do you learn all this stuff?" Andrew asked. "You're younger than me and I didn't think you'd been with that many blokes." There was an edge of hurt in his voice.
"No," Teddy protested. Fuck. Now what was he going to say? "I read about it."
"What kind of books tell you that?" Andrew sounded sceptical.
"Books my dad has." Teddy flushed. "I found his collection of dirty books," which was true enough, although he'd "found" them by having Remus show them to him, "and there were some that were more medical-type books than just porny stuff. He said I could borrow some if I wanted. Would you like to see? I only brought a couple of the good ones home."
Andrew rolled onto his side to face Teddy. "You really are serious about this whole gay thing, aren't you?"
"Well, yeah. I was a Hufflepuff, remember? We work hard at whatever we're doing." Teddy nudged Andrew. "You, former Ravenclaw, ought to be keen to see the books yourself."
Biting his lip, Andrew said, "Yeah, I guess I am. Are they Wizarding books or Muggle ones?"
"Two wizard, one Muggle, is what I have here. The pictures have a lot of different things in them and I wouldn't want to try everything, mind you." Teddy had to sit up to reach for the little stack of books, making sure that he'd wiped all the spunk off his legs and belly before resting the pile on his lap. "Come sit up here with me, I'll show you."
It was strange, certainly, to be the teacher instead of the student, for once. Teddy and Andrew propped the pillows up behind themselves and sat against the headboard. Teddy considered putting an arm about Andrew, as Remus had so often done to him, but then thought that might feel a bit awkward.
He picked up the first of the three books; it was the Muggle one. "I haven't looked at all the pictures," he confessed, "but a fair few of them. There are some things in here that are definitely a bit weird, but, um, if there's anything you'd like to try..." He trailed off as Andrew opened the book and turned to the first picture in it.
"Buggering hell," Andrew breathed, "That's, um..."
"Isn't it?" Teddy was duly impressed--he must have missed this first picture, somehow, when he'd looked at the books with Remus and, later, on his own. It was just two boys--young men, really--kissing. That's all they were doing, but their naked bodies pressed together filled the frame of the photograph, and the play of light and shadow on their skin was nothing short of beautiful.
"Beautiful, almost," said Andrew, echoing Teddy's thoughts, "although I feel strange saying that about a couple of men."
Teddy shrugged. "I dunno," he said, "I guess we're allowed to find men beautiful--though, yeah, it does seem strange to say it. But I think that's the only word for it."
"Mm." Andrew stared at the picture for a moment longer. "Kissing we've done, though," he said. "I want to see some of this strange stuff you've been talking about."
The book was arty, with a number of the photographs in black and white, and of course being Muggle they didn't move, but nevertheless Teddy found his throat getting dry and his blood racing as they looked at images of men entwined in all sorts of positions, doing all sorts of things that they clearly enjoyed very much, sometimes with the aid of various props and equipment.
"Ouch," shivered Andrew, putting a gentle finger against a photograph that was a close-up of a man's nipple caught in a clamp very like the ones Remus had. "Don't know that I'd fancy that."
"I might," said Teddy. He felt his cheeks heat when Andrew looked at him. "I like it when you bite me there, or pinch hard. There's a shop I know of--maybe sometime I'll get clamps like that, if you'd put them on me?"
"You'd want me to do that do you?" Andrew's eyes were dilated, dark under his blond fringe, and Teddy wasn't sure if Andrew was excited or repulsed until he said, "You'd look so hot."
Teddy squeezed Andrew's hand and said breathlessly, his imagination racing, "We could go to Charon again, and after I bought them I could wear them under my clothes, so you'd know they were there." If the clamps weren't too tight, he thought he could handle it.
"Oh, god, Ted." Andrew swallowed. "Um. Maybe." He turned the page.
It was another arty photograph, of a man tied up in ropes in an elaborate pattern, half-turned away from the camera. The pose emphasised the elegance of the bindings. A brief caption explained that this was an example of shibari, Japanese rope bondage.
"Not keen on that one, though," said Teddy. "Looks like more trouble than it's worth."
"Nothing that complicated," Andrew agreed, flipping through the next few pages and stopping at one that was a much simpler kind of bondage, in which one man leaned against a pillar, his hands and feet secured to it, while his partner teased his cock. "Now this, this is much more interesting, don't you think?"
"Which one of them would you see yourself as?" Teddy asked. "The one tied up?"
"Oh, no," sighed Andrew, "You. I think I'd like to see you like that." He fidgeted, pressing his hip against Teddy's, and Teddy was racked with a sudden shudder.
"If you'd like it, I mean," Andrew amended, and Teddy turned and pressed a long kiss to Andrew's neck.
"I think I would," he murmured against the sweat-damp skin.
Andrew didn't need to know that Teddy had already been tied up--not as restrained as the man in the picture in the book, of course, but somehow Teddy knew he'd like having that done to him. When Remus had decided to leave Teddy's ankles unbound, Teddy had felt almost incomplete.
"I would definitely like that," he decided aloud, looking at the picture again, and Andrew reached over to stroke the softly curling hairs at Teddy's neck.
"Brilliant," he said. "We could definitely try it sometime, then." He turned to take in the headboard of the bed with its knobbly posts just right for affixing scarves or cuffs or ropes, then turned back to Teddy. "Maybe even, um, on the bed?"
Teddy nodded frantically. Though he'd recently come, he felt his cock twitch as if it were trying to come back to life. "Definitely," he said, and the two of them stared at the picture a moment longer.
Finally, Andrew shook himself and turned the page. A man was spread over a table, another man having just brought some sort of whip down on his already reddened backside--only the whip was comprised of several short leather straps attached to a thick handle. Teddy recalled seeing those when he'd gone to Prowler with his dad, but they'd looked a bit scary and he hadn't thought to see what they were called. Now that he'd discovered he liked a bit of roughness during sex, though, he was intrigued by the idea.
"No way," said Andrew, and he made to turn the page again immediately. Teddy moved his hand to stop him, then checked the movement--he wasn't going to push Andrew into doing something he maybe wasn't comfortable with, and besides, Teddy wasn't entirely sure he was fond of the idea. He was just intrigued by it. And maybe it was something they could talk about another time.
When they had paged past a number of other photographs--some of which intrigued Teddy, some which Andrew was more interested in, and several which made them both stop and stare--Andrew finally closed the book and let out a long, shuddering breath.
"So now I know where you got all these ideas," he said, putting the book aside and putting his arms about Teddy.
Teddy kissed him soundly, embracing him, then nodded. "And just think--there're two more books here that we can look at, and a ton more at my dad's house."
"I feel a bit weird borrowing your dad's books--" Andrew began, but Teddy cut him off.
"He doesn't mind. Really. After he realised I'd found them, he's the one who suggested I borrow whichever ones I liked."
Andrew gave a choked kind of laugh into Teddy's shoulder. "Do you even know how lucky you are to have a dad like that?"
"Yeah, I do." Teddy moved his lips over Andrew's skin. "He's not perfect, mind you, and he'd be the first to say that. Plus, you know, being a werewolf--I found out recently that he nearly lost custody of me after my mum died. Though maybe that's partly why he's been so accepting of me being queer."
"He is himself," Andrew pointed out, "or he wouldn't even own the books."
"True. I am lucky, I know, to have a dad who's not just okay with it, but knows exactly what it's like and is helpful." Although Teddy hoped Andrew would never know just how helpful Remus had been. He held Andrew a little tighter, letting his hand drift along Andrew's back soothingly. "If you wanted to talk to him about, well, anything, I expect he'd be happy to."
"He used to be a professor at Hogwarts, didn't he? I bet he was a good teacher, from what I saw of him over Christmas."
"He taught there just one year. Defence Against the Dark Arts. Harry always says my dad was the best Defence teacher he ever had, but Harry's biased and from what I hear the others who taught that class while he was there were pretty much all rubbish. Well, Snape might have known his stuff, but he was a crap teacher, even Aunt Hermione says so."
"I can't get over the way you know all these famous people. Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley..." Andrew's voice trailed off. "You talk about them as if they were ordinary."
"Come on. You met them, and besides, you should know that being famous doesn't make people different--you play professional Quidditch, you were even photographed for that calendar." Teddy grinned and nudged Andrew. "When you're on the regular team, not just the reserves, are you going to change?"
"Probably not," admitted Andrew. He chuckled a little. "Did you know that your dad was sneaking looks at your calendar, before you brought it up to your room?"
"Really?" Teddy was torn between amusement and consternation. "I guess he couldn't look properly before he bought it, it was done up in plastic film. He should've bought one for himself."
"I'm glad he didn't. I like your dad but I don't fancy him having a picture of me on his wall, not one in which I'm only wearing a Quaffle in a strategic location anyhow," Andrew said. "It doesn't bother me to have strangers looking at that--they're mostly girls anyway who buy the calendar, and I don't care about them at all--nor you, but him, no."
"Why?" asked Teddy, trying to keep the edge of defence out of his voice. "Because he's older?"
"No," Andrew replied, "Because he's your dad. I mean, it's really great that he lent you the books, and talks to you about all sorts of, um, gay stuff, but that's just a little close for comfort." Andrew looked hopefully at Teddy.
Teddy nodded and shrugged. "I guess I see what you mean," he said, and he did, but he was still feeling slightly defensive about his dad. He wondered briefly if he was feeling that way because of what he'd done with his dad, then pushed that thought right out of his head.
"Anyway," he continued, "when he was sneaking looks at the calendar, he was probably just seeing if you were really as fit as what I'd said." He suppressed laughter as Andrew's eyes went wide.
"You didn't say--what did you say to him?" Andrew's voice squeaked, and Teddy let his laughter out.
"I didn't," he said, letting Andrew off the hook. "I swear, I didn't say anything like that to him." He grabbed Andrew around his waist and the two of them engaged is a brief mock-wrestling match, with Andrew declaring victory as he pinned Teddy to the bed by his wrists.
"That's for making me think you talked about my body with your dad," he said, grinning, and Teddy wriggled a bit underneath him.
"Careful," he said with a grin, "I just might like this sort of thing."
Andrew waggled his eyebrows at Teddy, then grinned. "Pervert."
"You're the one who wanted to tie me up and do all sorts of depraved things to me," Teddy retorted, struggling a bit harder--but not too hard; he didn't really want to escape--against Andrew's hold on him.
"I guess we're both perverts, then," Andrew said, and, without warning, he collapsed upon Teddy.
When Teddy had regained his breath, he kissed Andrew and kicked him at the same time. "I don't mind being a pervert with you," he said, and he kicked him again for good measure. "Just don't collapse on me like that."
He didn't think about the other man he'd been a pervert with.