Summersmut Mod (summersmutmod) wrote in hp_summersmut, @ 2008-08-16 00:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2008, james ii potter, james ii/teddy, teddy lupin |
[FIC] Falling Slowly: Teddy/James II :: gift for tlp2107
Title: Falling Slowly
Author:
Recipient: tlp2107
Pairing: Teddy/James II
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1965
Warnings: None, really, unless you don’t care for male/male sex.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: A kiss is how it begins and ends.
Author’s notes: Much thanks to thescarletwoman for running this fest - I know from my own past experiences that it’s a helluva lot of work - and for matching me up with a pairing that I absolutely loved writing.
The kiss was unexpected, and as such, it caught Teddy Lupin completely off guard. One minute, he was standing on the front stoop of the Potter residence with their eldest son, talking about the concert they’d just attended together, and the next, he found himself suddenly pushed up against the front door, James’s mouth on his.
Maybe it was due to the shock of it all, but Teddy made no move to push James away. Deep down, he knew he ought to, that he was too old for the boy, not to mention the fact that this was Harry’s son. Harry, his godfather, who had always been there for Teddy, taking him under his wing, helping his grandmother raise him. Harry who probably wouldn’t hesitate to hex Teddy within an inch of his life if he caught him snogging his first born.
He didn’t want to push Jamie away, though, at least not just yet. The boy could certainly kiss, there was no doubt about it. Teddy briefly wondered where he had learned to snog like that. It was a fleeting thought at best, though, as there were far more interesting things to concentrate on at the moment.
Such as the feel of Jamie’s tongue, the smooth, velvet slide of it as it entered his mouth and captured his own tongue. There was a faint trace of various spices from the Indian food they’d consumed earlier that evening, as well as the more prevalent taste of hops and barley from the lagers they had drank at the concert. More than that, though, he could taste Jamie, the sweet, warm, unique flavor of the boy who was snogging him within an inch of his life.
All good things must eventually come to an end, however, even a wholly wonderful, truly spectacular kiss.
James relinquished Teddy’s mouth, reluctantly it seemed, and gasping slightly for breath, he came to rest with his forehead against Teddy’s, his eyes closed.
“Jamie,” Teddy whispered, when he was once again capable of semi-coherent thought.
Now that the kiss had ended, Teddy was regaining his better senses. He needed to let the boy down gently, to let him know all the reasons why this would never work, yet somehow manage not to crush his spirit.
“We really shouldn’t… the kiss was great… but…”
“Just don’t,” James said, opening his eyes at last. “I know all the things you’re probably going to say, but I really rather wish you wouldn’t.”
“Yeah, but…” Someone had to be the sensible one here.
“Goodnight, Teddy,” James whispered, gently pushing past him to the door. “Thanks for the concert. It was the best birthday present ever.” He leaned forward, lightly brushing his lips across Teddy’s cheek for a moment, and then he was gone, disappearing through the door and closing it behind him.
Well, didn’t that just beat all.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A week passed before Teddy saw James again. An entire week in which he bloody well did his level best not to think about the boy with the dark, messy hair and vibrant green eyes who had laid one hell of a kiss on him. Try as he might, though, he found James on his mind quite often.
Then came the knock on his door one night, and he opened it to find none other than James Potter on the other side, wearing a pair of jeans so tight that it really ought to be illegal, and with a Muggle camera, of all things, hanging from his neck.
“Jamie,” he said softly, not at all displeased to see him, though perhaps a bit unsure of what to say or how to act.
“Teddy,” James replied, stepping over the threshold and thereby inviting himself inside. He took a moment to remove the camera from around his neck, hanging it on the coat rack while Teddy closed the door.
“Gift from Aunt Hermione,” he said at Teddy’s puzzled look. “She thought I might enjoy taking pictures, since I haven’t the faintest idea what I want to do now that I’ve graduated Hogwarts.”
“I’ve missed you.” James advanced on Teddy with all the stealth and grace of the Seeker he’d been for his house team.
Without really knowing how it happened until it was too late, Teddy found himself lightly pinned against the nearest wall. How in the world did James always manage to trap him thusly?
“Did you miss me?” James whispered, leaning in so that his warm breath ghosted over Teddy’s cheek. There was a hand planted on either side of his head, Teddy noticed, and a hot, wet tongue tracing the delicate inner shell of his ear.
“Jamie,” he weakly protested, “Maybe you shouldn’t…” Damn, it was difficult to think when there were blunt teeth nibbling his earlobe.
“Maybe I shouldn’t what?” he asked, those sinful lips now brushing over a pulse point in Teddy’s neck. “Shouldn’t want you?”
“You’re confused,” Teddy argued, though it was a mild argument at best, as he was quickly beginning to forget exactly why this was a bad idea. “You’re only eighteen, you can’t possibly know what you want.”
“I do know what I want,” James stated quite plainly. “I’ve known for quite awhile now, only I was waiting until the time was right, and I’m not confused at all.”
“Tell me you don’t want me.” A hand slid up beneath the tee shirt Teddy wore, fingers tracing over the soft skin of his belly for a moment before sliding up to capture a nipple. “Say that you don’t want me, don’t want this, and I’ll leave you alone.”
Teddy’s reply came in the form of a moan as those clever fingers tweaked his nipple.
James dropped to his knees, hands moving quickly to the button and zip of Teddy’s trousers.
“Let me,” he said, rocking back on his heels for a moment so he could glance up.
The protest - weak at best - that Teddy had been mounting never made it past his lips. He closed his eyes, letting his head rest back against the wall as he gave in to the mutual desire that seemed to exist between them.
With surprising speed and dexterity, James soon had Teddy’s flies open, and he pushed both trousers and pants down out of the way.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, sounding slightly awe-struck. Teddy felt a hand wrap around his cock, the touch careful but sure.
For a moment or so, it seemed as if James were simply content to hold the turgid length in his hand, as if getting a feel for the size and the weight of it. Then, without warning, Teddy felt what was unmistakably a pair of wet, warm lips envelop the head of his prick.
“Jamie,” he whispered. Eyes still closed, almost as if afraid that to open them would be to spoil the magic of the moment, he blindly reached out with one hand. He was soon rewarded by the feel of soft, thick hair, into which his fingers delved.
Teddy felt a hand wrap around his cock at the base, and it slowly pumped him as James took more of the length into his hot, receptive mouth. It quickly became evident to him that this was not the first time James had given a blow job, but Teddy wasn’t going to allow his thoughts to go there. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder, even if only for a brief moment, where James had acquired this skill and with whom.
Soon, though, coherent thought became nearly impossible as James set to work with a tongue and a pair of lips that seemed to know exactly what to do. His hands were busy, too, one stroking the remaining part of Teddy’s cock, as not quite all of it fit into his mouth, while the other cupped his balls, rolling the twin sacs in his palm and giving them a well placed squeeze every now and again.
“Ah, god, Jamie!” he cried out as that clever tongue trailed along the sensitive vein on the underside of his cock. He knew it wasn’t going to be much longer. “I’m going to come soon… you don’t have to…”
It was meant to serve as a warning of the impending flood, but James made no move to release him. Instead, it seemed as if those lips just closed a little more tightly around him, and then the little devil began to hum, creating the most delicious vibrations all along Teddy’s full and aching cock.
“Jamie!” The hand that was still entangled in the dark, silky hair suddenly tightened its grip, just as Teddy’s climax hit him hard and fast.
For his part, James drank him all down, every last drop, that heavenly mouth continuing to surround him until he was well spent.
Afterward, Teddy felt as if his knees were going to buckle, and all he wanted to do was melt into a big puddle right there on his living room floor. Good thing then that James had gotten to his feet and wrapped a pair of strong arms around him, holding Teddy close as he took his mouth in a sweet, soft kiss.
“Merlin,” Teddy breathed a little while later, when he could finally think once more. “Where did you… never mind.” Deep down, he found that he didn’t really want to know. In his experience, he’d found it was often better not to question a sexual partner about past exploits.
Reaching down between them, Teddy cupped James through the material of those impossibly tight jeans, not at all surprised to find him rock hard.
“Let me take you to bed,” he said softly. “I want to make you feel good all over.”
After a momentary hitch of his breath, James nodded his head, giving Teddy a moment to pull up his trousers and pants, lest he trip over them. They hadn’t gone more than a few feet before Teddy stopped and pulled James to him for a hot, hungry kiss, the first of several. Eventually, they made it to the bedroom, having lost their shirts and shoes along the way.
Teddy ran his hands over the muscled planes of Jamie’s well toned chest and abdomen, his desire quite evident in the way he looked at him. His hands moved to help free James of those tight, tight jeans, and he got a bit of a surprise when he found that the boy had apparently eschewed the wearing of any sort of pants underneath.
He gently pushed James back onto the bed, joining him there after taking a moment to rid himself of the remainder of his own clothing. Cupping that handsome face with its slight hint of evening shadow, Teddy kissed him once more, this one much gentler and less demanding than the ones that had recently preceded it.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered against those delicious lips, one hand trailing down between them to lightly wrap around James’s cock.
“You,” James replied softly. “I just want you” He captured Teddy’s gaze with his own. “You’re all I have wanted for nearly two years now, and I’ve been waiting all that time for you, until I was old enough that you hopefully wouldn’t push me away.”
Teddy was beyond touched by the confession. Two years was a really long time.
“I haven’t…” James flushed slightly. “I’ve had experience with boys, getting off with them, but only hand jobs and blow jobs. What I mean is that I’ve never… I wanted to wait for it to be you.”
“Jamie that’s…” It was sweet and incredibly amazing, and it inspired a rush of tenderness in Teddy.
At a loss for words, Teddy simply kissed him again, kissed the beautiful, wonderful, awesome young man that James had become.
A kiss that held the promise of a bright future.
~Fin