Title: Brotherly Love
Characters: James Jr/Albus Severus
Warnings: See pairing. Also, the boys are teenagers here.
Kinks chosen: Fellatio
Word Count: 1025
Summary: James and Al get up to no good.
Author's notes: That's right, utterly pornographic, no-redeeming-value next-gen Pottercest. I…have no excuse for myself. Also I've been writing way too much Remus/Sirius lately, so, uh, please excuse my characterization. *hides*
Their parents were finally
gone, Lily was spending the night with one of her friends from school, and James and Albus had the house to themselves for the whole night. Life didn't get much better than this.
After they'd eaten the dinner their mum had left and put the dishes to soak in the sink, Albus turned to James and grinned.
"So, what?" James crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the counter. Albus scowled at him. He hated when James did this, played it cool when he wanted to do it just as much as Al did.
what," Albus sighed. He, too, folded his arms over his chest, and he waited.
"Three…" said James.
!" And they raced up the stairs, shoving each other out of the way, hanging on each other's clothing, until they reached the bedroom they shared. James stuck out his arm and shoved his brother back and reached the bedroom a fraction of a second before Albus did, and he threw himself onto his bed, grinning broadly.
"You lose," he announced.
," Albus whined.
"I'm not the one who's in Slytherin," James retorted, and he shimmied out of his jeans and pulled his shirt over his head. "Come on, strip off! Mum and Dad will
be back eventually!"
Albus undressed, grumbling the whole time, then joined his brother on the bed.
"All right, cheater
," he said, "What'll it be?"
"Suck me off," James said, and he leaned back against the headboard as a grin spread over his face.
"Aww," Albus whined, "I thought maybe we could just jerk each other—you know—" He made an obscene gesture in front of his crotch, and James laughed.
"Yeah, but you lost the race," he pointed out, "And so I get to choose. You can jerk yourself after, if you want, but for now, you're sucking me off."
Albus groaned. "All right," he said finally, and he knelt between his brother's legs. "Don't come in my mouth, though. Warn me, yeah?"
"Yeah, all right. I will. Get on with it, you arse." James thrust his prick up towards Albus's face.
Albus still didn't move. "Because last time, you didn't warn me."
! Fucking hell! Would you just do it, or do I have to pin you down and—"
it, I'm doing
it!" Albus settled his face close to his brother's erection, sighed, and took the tip of it into his mouth, swallowing a few times to get the taste of James's precome out of his mouth.
He put his hand around the shaft, then, so he could keep control—James had an unfortunate tendency to thrash about at the least opportune times—and began sucking in earnest, balancing himself against the mattress with the other hand. The sooner he finished James off, he thought, the sooner he'd get to come himself—and maybe he could even convince James to give him a hand, the selfish twat. Albus rolled his eyes. And he
was the one who'd been Sorted into Slytherin. Ha.
James spread his legs a little further, settling into the mattress and sighing as Albus's lips worked over the head of his cock, and Albus flicked his gaze up so that he could see his brother's face. James had one hand behind his head, the other playing across his nipples and the sprinkling of dark hair between them, and he had the most self-absorbed grin on his face that Albus had ever seen on anyone.
All right, maybe it was a bit
nice for Albus to know that he
was the source of that grin, that good feeling, but he still thought that James was an arse and a cheater who didn't deserve to be sucked off in the first
He went about his task, though, moving his lips up and down James's shaft and working his tongue over the head of James's cock. He actually didn't mind sucking it—oh, girls were his first choice, probably, though he'd never been lucky enough to get his mouth anywhere near their private parts, and besides those were kind of a mystery. But pricks he knew, and his brother's prick he knew as well as he knew his own—better, maybe, because he'd never got to see his own this closely before, nor taste it, nor smell it.
And James did
have a nice prick, in Albus's (admittedly limited) experience. It was a bit longer than Albus's own, but mostly the same otherwise. James had more hair at the base than Albus did on his, too, but Albus figured that must be something that happened when you were seventeen. Maybe. He hoped.
James began to moan and thrash about and Albus transferred the hand that was on the bed to James's thigh to hold him down. The first time they'd tried this, James had jerked so badly that Albus had got poked in the eye with James's prick. Not
an experience he hoped to repeat.
"Fuck—okay, Al, coming—" James grunted, and Albus picked up his head and jerked James's cock until James gave a great shudder and a moan and spurted a few ropes of come over Albus's hand. Albus wrinkled his nose, but he kept moving until James shivered and pushed him away.
"Enough. Bloody hell, Al. Enough."
"Yeah, all right." Albus moved to the end of the bed to attend to his own erection, feeling self-conscious after what he'd done, turning away from James. He ran a hand down its length and over his bollocks, then back up, and then he began to jerk himself in earnest, hunched over, trying to come as quickly as he possibly could.
He was almost there, and then there was a hand on his shoulder and his brother's voice in his ear.
"Let go, Al, and let me help you with that."
Albus turned, his brow creased, but he didn't let go of his cock.
"Yeah." James sat behind Albus and reached around him, putting his hand over Albus's on his cock. "What the sodding hell are brothers for, anyway?"