Title: Rub A Dub Dub....
Author: fbowden
Characters: Harry/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Two men in a tub?! Cross-gen, bath smex, porn mags, slight voyeurism.
Themes/kinks chosen: Pornography
Word Count: 2,000
Summary: Scorpius stumbles across a most shocking scene during his stay at the Potters.
Author's notes: Huge apologies for posting this 19 minutes past my deadline! And an absolutely huge thank you to my beta, brknhalo241 for having to contend with my last minute plea for betaing. As usual, she excelled in her duty. All remaining mistakes are mine.



The first time Scorpius Malfoy stumbled across Harry Potter in the bath, it had truly, honest-to-Merlin been a genuine accident. Clutching a copy of 'Swish and Flick' in one hand and gripping his erect cock in the other, Harry had stared in open-mouthed horror as Scorpius blushed, stuttered apologetically, and fled the room.

Back in the guest bedroom and protected by hastily-erected Silencing charms, Scorpius had grabbed his own throbbing erection and immediately recalled the broad, tanned chest and black, water-logged hair, spurting into his fist in record time as the image of Harry's swollen prick multiplied and turned his mind into a kaleidoscope of glistening wet cocks.

It wasn't until Scorpius had collapsed and lay panting on the narrow single bed, enjoying the after-glow of one of the most intense orgasms of his life that something dawned on him: Harry's choice of pornographic material had featured men. With other men.

That belated realisation led Scorpius to wonder if the man he'd had a crush on since he'd been old enough to have crushes, might not actually be quite so unattainable after all, and that notion was provocation enough for the not-so-innocent, not-quite-so-authentically unintentional second occurrence of Scorpius interrupting yet another of Harry Potter's private moments.

Much the same as the incident the previous day, Harry by stages looked surprised, shocked, guilty, and then horrifically embarrassed. Unlike the previous day, Scorpius, already aware of what he would see, did not blush, nor did he immediately flee, making a point of sweeping Harry's submerged body with his eyes before exiting the bathroom at a leisurely pace. Though his ensuing act of running to the bedroom and wanking himself raw was indeed a carbon copy re-enactment.

It wasn't his fault, Scorpius told himself on his way to the bathroom for the third night in a row, that he had a weak bladder and needed to make use of the facilities at one o'clock in the morning. Nor was it his fault that the Potter home only possessed one bathroom; a bathroom that always appeared to be occupied by Harry at the same time each evening.

Slowly depressing the door handle, Scorpius heard a sharp intake of breath and the urgent rustling of paper. He allowed himself a diminutive smile before schooling his features and entering the bathroom.

Lamentably, it seemed Harry had had just enough time to Banish the material evidence of any late-night sexual activity he may have been indulging in, though Scorpius was willing to wager his inheritance that the temperature of Harry's bath was not the sole cause of the rosy glow covering his well-developed chest and firm-jawed, recently shaved face.

"I'm sorry, but I really do need to use the toilet," Scorpius said, unaccountably incapable of glancing in the direction of two questioning green eyes.

"Yes, of course, sorry. I sometimes forget how impractical this house is when it's not just Al and myself here. James has his own flat now, and Lily prefers to stay with Ginny during the school holidays."

The bath tub squealed as what was presumably Harry's arse slid along the bottom of it, hands gripping the ceramic edge as he levered himself up into a sitting position.

"If you could just hand me a towel, I'll get out of your way," Harry apologised, gesturing to the linen stand behind Scorpius.

Scorpius raised a hand to discourage him. "There's really no need, I'll only be a moment."

Without waiting for a response, Scorpius went to the toilet and flipped up the seat, slipping a hand inside the slit of his pyjama bottoms and pulling his cock out. He stared straight ahead, willing himself not to turn around and see what Harry was doing, because if he did, and Harry happened to be looking in his direction, taking a piss would suddenly become an insurmountable feat.

The release itself was blissful, so grateful was Scorpius to actually be able to relieve himself while in the presence of a man whose question about sausages for breakfast had made him instantly hard.

Scorpius tucked himself away, flushed the toilet and washed his hands. It seemed almost rude to just walk out without saying something, so he turned around.

"Mr Potter, that magazine...."

Harry sat bolt upright again. "I'm so sorry about that, you were never meant to...."

"No, that wasn't...." Scorpius took a deep breath. "I only meant to say that I won't tell anyone. After all, it would be rather hypocritical of me to do so when I have the exact same copy of it myself."

Scorpius wished the bubbles would disperse so that he could get a clear view of that lovely cock again, but they seemed to be charmed into place over Harry's groin, protecting his modesty and spoiling Scorpius' fun.

"You...you're...oh I see, right. Yes, good, thank you, Scorpius, your discretion is appreciated, though I would still like to apologise for scaring you like that."

Scorpius laughed. "You did something to me, though I wouldn't call it 'scaring'."

At the strange expression on Harry's face, Scorpius cursed himself and quickly added, "Well good night. I promise not to disturb you again."

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Scorpius kept true to his word the following evening, though he did stand outside the bathroom door for a good twenty minutes, listening to the occasional sloshing sound and wishing he could be in there to help make more, preferably by being on all fours and having Harry fuck him into the faucets. He didn't hear the magazine rustling either, but he did hear low, strained moans, which meant he had to rush back to his bedroom and bring himself off again.

The fifth and final evening of Scorpius' stay, Scorpius was dismayed to find the bathroom empty and no sign of Harry.

Unable to sleep after such a disappointment, Scorpius ran himself a bath, smirking with petty malice when he added at least half of Harry's expensive-looking bubble bath.

The water was warm and relaxing, and Scorpius couldn't resist touching his cock, squeezing his eyes shut as the delicate, silky skin slid through his palm. Knowing Harry had lain in this exact same spot, doing the exact same thing made Scorpius' breath hitch and his hand tighten, and in a moment of lust-induced inspiration, his other arm dangled over the edge of the bath, rummaging amongst his clothes for his wand.

"Accio Swish and Flick," Scorpius muttered, dropping his wand in preparation to catch it. The journey took longer than predicted, and when the magazine finally hurtled into the room and smacked into his open palm, a half-dressed, red-faced Harry Potter came hot on its heels.

Scorpius glanced down at the magazine, already open at a page displaying a young, blond man with an uncanny resemblance to himself. He looked back up at Harry, sweaty, dishevelled and slightly out of breath, and realised his error.

"Shit, I'm really sorry. The spell must have....I don't know, I Accio'd my copy, not yours," Scorpius said, suddenly very aware that his hand was still clutching his cock, and that his cock obviously did not suffer from stage fright. Rather than wilting under the intense gaze of his best friend's father, Scorpius' prick simply throbbed harder. Scorpius tried to ignore the impressive bulge in Harry's underpants too (the only item of clothing he was currently sporting) and offered the magazine whilst doing his best to keep his eyes averted.

"Simple mistake when you aren't fully concentrating on a spell," Harry whispered hoarsely. Scorpius shivered. Harry took the magazine from his grasp and after a delay that Scorpius was sure he'd imagined, turned back towards the door.

"You didn't have a bath tonight," Scorpius blurted, stopping the other man in his tracks.

"No, I didn't," Harry replied, not moving. "I thought it probably for the best."

"But that...that man, the blond one... he looks like me."

Scorpius heard Harry's breath catch. "He...he does, yes."

"Do you...do you feel like having a bath now?" Scorpius dug his fingernails into his inner thigh, heart pounding inside his chest.

"I...no, thanks. I wouldn't want to inconvenience you." Harry took another step towards the door.

"I meant together," Scorpius rushed out.

Even without looking directly at the other man, Scorpius could sense his spine stiffening at the invitation.

"Merlin, Scorpius, you're..."

"Please?"

Scorpius did look up then, catching the defeated droop of Harry's shoulders as an obvious internal battle raged within him.

"Please come here," Scorpius said softly, bringing his knees up to make room. With a deep sigh, Harry turned to face him.

"I shouldn't," he said hopelessly, searching Scorpius' face with pleading green eyes.

"But you will. Won't you?"

Scorpius watched as Harry's answer was to hook his thumbs in his underpants and lift them over his erection, easing them down his impressively toned thighs. The following moments were a blur as Scorpius' mouth was ravaged, strong fingers winding into his damp hair and snapping his head back. Sharp teeth attacked the juncture of his neck, and a hand plunged beneath the water's surface, deftly locating his cock and mastering it with short, fast strokes. Scorpius gasped and curled his fingers around Harry's biceps, pulling him into the bath with a loud splash.

Droplets of water trickled down Harry's face, and Scorpius struggled to sit up, desperate to lick them away. His tongue had barely grazed the corner of Harry's mouth when Harry turned his head sharply and caught it between his teeth, sucking hungrily.

Scorpius moaned and repeatedly jerked his hips until Harry got the hint and moved his hand out of the way, shifting his weight forward so that the full length of his cock rubbed up against Scorpius'.

More than once Scorpius slipped beneath the water with the frenzied pace of their frotting, and more than once Harry's strong arms gripped his shoulders and hoisted him back up, pinning him in place with fierce kisses. It was desperate and undignified, the position horribly uncomfortable and cramped, but to Scorpius it was the best feeling in the world, and as his balls started to tingle with the threat of impending orgasm, he whispered Harry's name against his lips.

"Fuck, Scorpius," was all Harry had to offer in the way of verbal eloquence before he came too, their pricks spasming next to each other. Scorpius concentrated on his lover's face, committing to memory the way Harry's temples twitched and his eyes closed, how he bit into his bottom lip with the final thrust of his hips.

As soon as Harry caught his breath, he sprang back from Scorpius as though he'd been under Imperius.

"Scorpius..."

"Oh please. Spare me the bit where you say we shouldn't have done that, or how you're too old for me, or how you're my best friends' father, or how our families share a familial hatred of each other. Spare me every excuse you're planning to use, because I wanted this, and I want more of it, of you, right now in fact. I want to spend the night with you, in your bed, I want you inside me, on top of me, fucking me into the headboard. I want your prick in my mouth and your fingers up my arse, so please, if you're going to say something that could possibly jeopardize all of that, don't bother."

Scorpius was surprised to see a smirk widen the older man's face. "It wasn't an accident then? You planned this all along?"

"Of course," Scorpius boasted, "I'm not a Gryffindor, you know."

Still smiling, Harry got out of the bath and wrapped a towel around himself. "You're not the only one in possession of Slytherin attributes, Scorpius. Do you really think I'd have left the bathroom door unlocked if I hadn't wanted to be disturbed? I am an Auror, for Merlin's sake."

Harry shook his head and started to laugh while Scorpius tried to hide his astonishment. A fluffy white towel landed on his head and he fumbled to stop it falling in the bath.

"So," he heard from the doorway, " I believe you were wanting to be fucked through the headboard tonight?"

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