Entry tags:

*fic, 2009-05, author: florahart, character: hugo, character: rose, character: scorpius, content: masturbation, content: teen sex, theme: masturbation

Title: Luscious Lollies (Rose, Hugo, Scorpius; NC17)
Title: Luscious Lollies
Author: florahart
Characters: Rose Weasley, Hugo Weasley, and Scorpius Malfoy
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Uh, incestuous thinking? Oh, and the kids are not 18.
Themes chosen: Masturbation
Word count: ~2250
Summary: Raiding Uncle George's "adult line" indiscriminately might not be the brightest thing Rose has ever done.

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Luscious Lollies

This was entirely Hugo's fault.

Definitely.

Rose was too honest with herself to let that thought stand for long, but given the serious frustration she was experiencing at the moment, she did savor it for a few seconds before sighing and shaking her head. She was the one old enough for the area behind the curtain, and she was the one who'd brought out something obviously created for lascivious purposes, and sure, he'd egged her on (a little, anyway), but the situation was at least half of her own making.

She pressed her thighs together again, which was not helping in more than the sketchiest of ways, and resisted the increasing maddening urge to just lock the door and turn over the sign so she could close the sodding curtains and do something already.

It was really unfair she'd been the one behind the far end of the counter when Hugo had bolted for the stairs.

Damn it.

She twisted the leftover paper stem from the lolly and shifted on the stool again with a whimper. Stupid Uncle George. Stupid holiday. Stupid taking it in turns to mind the shop.

She could only barely hear the thumping sound overhead, just enough to wonder what exactly he was doing up there, which only led to her cringing at the knowledge she was sitting here in her uncle's shop, knickers soaking, fingers itching to slide down into them, body tense and needy… and contemplating how her baby brother was whacking off.

And whether the enormous bulge in his trousers had been an optical illusion of some sort because all right, she'd seen Hugo's bare arse a couple of times because they did share a bath and all, but she'd never seen him doing that, and she was not going to sit here and consider the matter, luscious lollies or no luscious lollies.

Fuck. She should have picked something less pervy to bring out. Hugo had dared her, sure, and might have suggested she was too straight-laced to pick anything good, but that didn't mean she'd been right to scoop up a pair of prick-shaped sweets--life-sized, more or less--without reading the bloody labels. She'd tossed Hugo his with a challenge, and bugger all if he hadn't stared her down until they'd both torn open the packets and slid them into their mouths together.

It belatedly occurred to her that all other inappropriateness aside, they really ought not to have been sitting behind the shop counter sucking cocks together, for at least eleven or so reasons.

The thumping upstairs sped up. God, maybe he was almost done would have the decency to come down here and take over so she could go find a moment of privacy.

They'd been fine--racing to see who could finish the sweet fastest--when Hugo had gasped, started, and choked on a flood of salty-sweet goo, swallowing madly as it ran down his chin and dripped on the counter. She knew what it had tasted like because the lolly in her mouth had burst at nearly the same moment, possibly, for all she knew, in sympathy.

At least she'd done better at swallowing. Which probably wasn't a skill to write home about.

And then they'd stared at each other in horror, urges mounting, as the remaining bits of lolly had melted away in their hands and left them gripping the counter, eyes wide, pupils dilated, flushed.

It was horrifying to realize Hugo was kind of hot all worked up like that.

It was even more alarming to realize he'd clearly had the same thought about her.

And then he'd been sporting an erection that Rose had been unable to stop staring at--well, not directly; it wasn't as though the thing had quite split the seam on his trousers, but fuck, Rose was pretty sure he was going to have to find someone extremely experienced if he ever wanted anyone to take that entire monster into their mouths.

She wondered from whom he'd inherited it, then gasped as she wondered whether her mother was really that lucky. Damn, no wonder they were still so… heated.

Right, considering her parents fucking and finding it hot was not better than thinking about her baby brother shooting all over the place upstairs, and Merlin, was he going to be done ever because she was getting seriously desperate. He'd run off about two minutes after the lollies had …finished, and she really wished she'd thought of it first because sitting here thinking and listening and thinking some more was torture. Torture.

There had only been about four customers all day--of course, two of them in the time Hugo had been gone, which had been even worse, sitting here trying to make sentences out of words when all she wanted was the shove her hands down the fronts of her jeans and shove two fingers inside herself over and over. She'd been glad when both of them had been quick about their business so she could get back to trying to ignore the way her knickers were beginning to chafe and the way she was beginning to think it might just make sense to go back on the other side of the curtain and see if anything else back there could be put to good use.

She wondered if Hugo even realized she was squirming in her seat and probably leaving a wet spot and all but moaning aloud.

Then she wondered if he did realize and was getting off on thinking about it.

She bit her lip and squirmed again, then jumped, startled, as the bell above the door trilled. "Oh!"

"Quiet, is it?" Scorpius glanced around. "Wow, really quiet. I just thought I was imagining how many people were at the square."

"It always is. Quiet here, busy there, I mean. I don't know why he doesn't just close up, on the anniversary. Everyone's always at the celebrations."

"Yes, but it's a day out of school, so there's always the chance."

"I know." Rose shifted again. "Plus he has that whole thing about how Fred would come back and haunt him if he used him as an excuse to miss a day. So we all take a turn. Last year was Jamie and Al."

"Right. This year it's just you, though? I mean, not that you can't handle the obvious rush, but--"

"Hugo… went on a bit of a break." Rose bit her lip again. "Actually, he's been upstairs a long time. I should check on him. I don't suppose you'd be willing to stay for a few minutes, just in case anyone comes in?" She didn't wait for him to answer, sliding off the stool and practically racing around the counter and up the stairs to Uncle George's old bachelor flat.

He'd be fine, right? He'd been here enough times as a customer, and Ravenclaws were bright. She didn't think it would be a problem. Plus, if it was, she couldn’t dredge up any interest in fretting about it.

The door to the actual flat was ajar, which was fine with her; she thought she'd just work out whether Hugo was in the loo or the bedroom and then take the other. She couldn’t quite persuade herself to wait another instant, though; without having given the matter any thought, she'd already torn open her buttons and had two fingers working her clit because yes, it meant walking funny but she didn't think she had it in her to care.

Which was why, when she saw Hugo hadn't actually bothered to shut to the door to the loo, either, she stumbled and fell, landing on her knees and one hand and simply staying there, arching and pressing as he turned, surprised to see her, and came all over the sink.

She didn't bother trying to pretend she wasn't watching as splash after splash of semen spattered. Licking her lips felt horrible and trashy and was definitely completely wrong, but she couldn't help it. She shuddered and scraped a nail gently toward her clit and came, pulsing and throbbing, as her brother stood there with his dick in his hand watching.

And it only barely helped.

Fuck. "How many times?" she gasped.

"Four. Not done," Hugo said. "Fucking sore."

"Four?" Rose rolled onto her back and shoved her jeans and knickers down, kicking until her legs were bare. He'd already stood and watched her get herself off once; what could it matter now? "Fuck."

"I know. Did you, uh."

"What?"

He walked toward her, wincing, his cock (which was, yes, as big as she'd thought, which, Merlin this was a wrong, wrong train of thought) bobbing, and dropped the sweet wrapper for her to catch with her free hand. "Read. I can't believe you didn't look at it before you brought the bleeding things out. Fat lot of good that big brain of yours did us."

"Fuck you. You could have read it, if it was so important." She glanced at the label and glared back at him, then turned it over to read. "Stimulate--yes, I think I noticed that--blah blah…mutual gratification? Wait. Shit." She looked up at Hugo. "Mutual?"

"And apparently the last minute and a half doesn't fucking qualify."

Rose closed her eyes. "Fuck. So the choices are, what, sit here and wait, desperately, for Uncle George to notice Scorpius is staffing the counter and come give us the antidote, or get each other off?" Her body still wasn't interested in stopping, and after about two seconds of arguing with it, she just let her fingers go and opened her eyes again. "What the fuck are we going to do?"

Hugo sat down heavily on the sagging couch, enormous (and oh crap beautiful) prick jutting up as he watched her rock and knead her thigh with her other hand. "I have no idea. I mean, we could try?"

"Or we could look for the antidote ourselves."

"I think you're going to have to take your fingers out of your cunt for that. I mean, you know, just saying. And go back downstairs. And--"

"See if Scorpius might have picked up the sweet wrapper on the counter, read the back, come to any conclusions, and brought something up to help you out?" The door was still ajar and Scorpius was leaning against the jamb. "Having a shred of sense--and being unimpeded by extreme and unremitting horniness of a totally inappropriate nature--I made the executive decision to close the shop for a few minutes," he said.

Rose glanced from Hugo's prick to Scorpius, who sounded perfectly composed but was flushed and couldn’t quite manage to keep his eyes off her crotch. She was pretty sure this was going to be completely humiliating really, really soon, but right now Uncle George's horrible sense of humor was holding that off until later. She wasn't sure whether to be grateful. "Uh. And you found the antidote?"

Scorpius tossed a paper packet at Hugo, who didn't bother reading it before tearing it open and swallowing the gel inside. An instant later he was sprinting back to the bath for his trousers, face flaming red, both hands clapped over his deflated cock.

Rose held up her free hand. "And me?"

Scorpius grinned and held up another packet in one hand and two of the offending lollies in the other. "Or, we could find out how well the original parameters work. Whilst Hugo minds the store."

Hugo made gagging noises and brushed past Scorpius, then glanced back at Rose. "Uh. Should I…"

Rose sighed. "Go on." She waited until he left. "Can I just have the antidote?"

He tore the packet open and crouched to squeeze it into her mouth. "Another time, maybe."

She swallowed, then clapped her hands over her face and groaned. "That would require me ever getting over--"

"I'm decent with a memory charm…"

She sighed and sat up, scooting forward to gather up her jeans. "Probably deserve the humiliation, though it's nice of you to offer." She grimaced at her wet knickers before pulling on only the jeans and tossing the scrap of lace at the fireplace. "Also, I clearly need to keep my nose out of places I'm not meant to be."

"Well, or just choose your comrades more carefully." Scorpius dropped the lollies in his pocket and pointed his wand to incinerate the knickers. "Offer stands. Both of them."

Rose sighed and went to the door. "Thanks." She turned back. "I'd rather not hear about this at school…"

Scorpius snorted. "If I intended to make a profit, I expect I'd have kept to the shadows and waited for something really obscene."

"Point. Though I'm fairly sure what I was doing was bloody obscene."

"But hot." Scorpius blushed again. "So, er. See you in class?" He Apparated away before she could answer, so she sighed and went back down the stairs to tidy up before closing time.

All in all, it could have gone worse.

Hugo looked up as she came around the corner, face scarlet again, and went back to scrubbing a display shelf at the front of the store. She considered a minute, then went behind the counter for her wand.

The memory charm was definitely justified; Hugo couldn’t withstand more than about ten seconds of questioning, and if he kept looking at her like that, it was going to come.

And by comparison, explaining to her dad why she was seeing Scorpius would be a piece of cake.