“Albus, don’t,” James warned, although even to his own ears it was more of a plea.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Albus was meant to come back, a few years wiser and more experienced, having succumbed to the inevitable realisation that he never really wanted this. That it had all been down to convenience and low self-esteem. At the least, he should have grown up enough to realise that it was impractical, illogical and immoral.
Yet here Al was, backing James into his desk, that familiar hunger in his brilliant green eyes. Albus leant forward, hands on the desk, pinning James there. James swallowed hard, trying to lean away from Albus, trying to hide the effect his presence was having on him. He’d never for a second stopped wanting Albus but he, unlike his little brother, had the good sense to resist. That’s why he’d sent him away.
“I tried,” Albus muttered, sounding slightly pained. “I tried to forget about you, forget about us. Tried to be with other people, fuck other people, love other people… But I can’t.”
A disgusting wave of jealousy rolled around in James’s gut. He instantly hated himself for it. He hated that he still felt this way about his own brother. That he ever had.
“You sent away a clueless kid,”Albus said, with an edge of resentment to his voice. “You were convinced I wanted you just because I didn’t know what else was out there.” He shifted his weight, lifting a hand from the desk to curl his fingers around the back of James’s neck, thumb caressing his cheek. “Well, I’m not that kid anymore.”
James could clearly see that was true. Albus didn't just look different — longer hair, tanned skin, sharper cheekbones — he felt different somehow. There was still a nervous energy about him but it was something quieter, more subdued or perhaps simply restrained. He leaned in with confidence, deftly capturing James’s lips and controlling the kiss. It was so different from the Albus that James remembered and he was surprised by how much that turned him on.
“I’m not the same,” Albus muttered against his lips, pulling back slightly to look him in the eyes. “I know what I’m doing and I know what I like. It’s not just going to be me dropping to my knees and bending over for you.”
James lunged forward, kissing Albus again passionately, pulling him forward by his robes. “Yes,” James breathed, “That’s what I want.” And it really was. He hadn’t liked the unfair dynamic of their relationship, it was part of what had made it so easy to send Albus away.
“You’re not going to go off about morals and the impracticalities of secret relationships again?” Albus said with a wry smile.
James laughed. “Impractical doesn’t mean impossible. And all the best things in life are worth a little effort.” After a brief kiss, James gasped with surprise as Albus dropped to his knees. “You don’t have to…”
“I want to,” Albus stated simply, already shoving aside James’s robes and tugging down his pants. “I want to show you how much I learnt while I was away.” His smirk disappeared as he parted his lips to run his tongue broadly across the tip of James’s prick.
“Fuck, Al…” James’s hands came forward instinctively, threading through Albus’s dark hair. Albus reached up and stroked him, slowly dragging back the foreskin and running his tongue around the ridge. James shuddered, watching as Albus opened his mouth around the head of James’s cock and lightly sucked.
“Come on, Jamie,” Albus pleaded, planting a filthy kiss on the tip and tonguing the slit. “Talk to me. Tell me what to do, like you used to.”
“I—ah—hardly think you still need me to tell you what to do. You’re doing a—Merlin—great job. Fuck, your mouth…”
Albus grinned up at him. “You can fuck my mouth. As long as you talk to me.” He slid his mouth tightly down the length of James’s cock before pulling off completely. James groaned.
“Bloody fuck, Albus, do that again,” he breathed raggedly. “Yessss,” he hissed when Albus complied, lightly rocking his hips with Albus’s movements. “So good, so good Al…” Albus stilled, looking up at him expectantly. “That’s it, be still. Open your throat for me. Yes, just like that.” James’s thrusts were slow and shallow, tentative at first. That changed when Albus began rubbing his cock through his robes.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Albus was meant to come back, a few years wiser and more experienced, having succumbed to the inevitable realisation that he never really wanted this. That it had all been down to convenience and low self-esteem. At the least, he should have grown up enough to realise that it was impractical, illogical and immoral.
Yet here Al was, backing James into his desk, that familiar hunger in his brilliant green eyes. Albus leant forward, hands on the desk, pinning James there. James swallowed hard, trying to lean away from Albus, trying to hide the effect his presence was having on him. He’d never for a second stopped wanting Albus but he, unlike his little brother, had the good sense to resist. That’s why he’d sent him away.
“I tried,” Albus muttered, sounding slightly pained. “I tried to forget about you, forget about us. Tried to be with other people, fuck other people, love other people… But I can’t.”
A disgusting wave of jealousy rolled around in James’s gut. He instantly hated himself for it. He hated that he still felt this way about his own brother. That he ever had.
“You sent away a clueless kid,”Albus said, with an edge of resentment to his voice. “You were convinced I wanted you just because I didn’t know what else was out there.” He shifted his weight, lifting a hand from the desk to curl his fingers around the back of James’s neck, thumb caressing his cheek. “Well, I’m not that kid anymore.”
James could clearly see that was true. Albus didn't just look different — longer hair, tanned skin, sharper cheekbones — he felt different somehow. There was still a nervous energy about him but it was something quieter, more subdued or perhaps simply restrained. He leaned in with confidence, deftly capturing James’s lips and controlling the kiss. It was so different from the Albus that James remembered and he was surprised by how much that turned him on.
“I’m not the same,” Albus muttered against his lips, pulling back slightly to look him in the eyes. “I know what I’m doing and I know what I like. It’s not just going to be me dropping to my knees and bending over for you.”
James lunged forward, kissing Albus again passionately, pulling him forward by his robes. “Yes,” James breathed, “That’s what I want.” And it really was. He hadn’t liked the unfair dynamic of their relationship, it was part of what had made it so easy to send Albus away.
“You’re not going to go off about morals and the impracticalities of secret relationships again?” Albus said with a wry smile.
James laughed. “Impractical doesn’t mean impossible. And all the best things in life are worth a little effort.” After a brief kiss, James gasped with surprise as Albus dropped to his knees. “You don’t have to…”
“I want to,” Albus stated simply, already shoving aside James’s robes and tugging down his pants. “I want to show you how much I learnt while I was away.” His smirk disappeared as he parted his lips to run his tongue broadly across the tip of James’s prick.
“Fuck, Al…” James’s hands came forward instinctively, threading through Albus’s dark hair. Albus reached up and stroked him, slowly dragging back the foreskin and running his tongue around the ridge. James shuddered, watching as Albus opened his mouth around the head of James’s cock and lightly sucked.
“Come on, Jamie,” Albus pleaded, planting a filthy kiss on the tip and tonguing the slit. “Talk to me. Tell me what to do, like you used to.”
“I—ah—hardly think you still need me to tell you what to do. You’re doing a—Merlin—great job. Fuck, your mouth…”
Albus grinned up at him. “You can fuck my mouth. As long as you talk to me.” He slid his mouth tightly down the length of James’s cock before pulling off completely. James groaned.
“Bloody fuck, Albus, do that again,” he breathed raggedly. “Yessss,” he hissed when Albus complied, lightly rocking his hips with Albus’s movements. “So good, so good Al…” Albus stilled, looking up at him expectantly. “That’s it, be still. Open your throat for me. Yes, just like that.” James’s thrusts were slow and shallow, tentative at first. That changed when Albus began rubbing his cock through his robes.