Scorpius Malfoy (ridewithscor) wrote in 20somethings, @ 2022-05-04 13:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | c: albus potter, c: scorpius malfoy, d: 2028 04, ~ complete, Ω: rp |
Rp: friends and more
Who: Scor & Albie
What: Finding each other
When: April 30,2028 (backdated a little)
Where: Club to a rickety house
Warnings: sexual
Status: complete
For it being Scorpius’ first week back to work full time at the Leaky, he needed a night to let loose. He figured if you factored in that he was also putting in hours at the house, he definitely needed to get out, maybe meet someone new. He didn’t want to come back to his bedroom at his parents home, it was starting to feel far too small.
Drinking had started the moment he’d walked in. While he wasn’t looking to get so trashed he didn’t remember his night out, he was looking to just unwind. It took three more drinks than he realized to reach the peak stage of unwound he had been looking for, when he finally made his way to the dance floor.
Unsurprisingly, he was wearing one of Albie’s god awful shirts that was left mostly unbuttoned to expose his pale chest. Blonde locks were a wreck, windblown from riding his bike down to the club, and jeans likely way too tight but his ass looked good. He felt good. He was enjoying moving to the music as he lost himself in the crowd. Carnival was really great tonight, something great always seemed to happen when the crowd was as charged as it felt tonight.
He noticed their ass first, the way those hips moved to the music. He was entranced, and as he did a quick scan of the person, it wasn’t anyone he knew. Maybe he had a shot. The drunk Scorpius with lowered inhibitions made their way over to the great ass and soft as fuck hair. Gods, he wa nted to touch it, he thought as he walked up to them from behind. Did he say something first? Just start dancing and hope they noticed him? There were so many more scenarios that he could have debated, but then suddenly they were face to face.
All of those feelings he’d struggled with all week came bubbling to the top. “I like your arse,” came out of his lips before he could formulate a good thought. He had been trying to say something like I like you and maybe something about how it had been his great ass that had gotten him over there. Instead they had merged. If he wasn’t so intoxicated, he’d have been red.
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Albie’s first attempt at a dating app meet up had bombed. A girl with a nice smile but no personality. Or, at least, no personality that he’d seen. The chemistry, while promising on the app, had been non-existent in real life. He had a feeling that they’d both been glad to call it a night after nursing a drink through an awkward conversation.
Since Albie had been geared up for a night out, he’d headed over to Carnival to make the most of it. He knew he was attracting some attention after his recent haircut and that might have gone to his head a bit. After a couple of strong shots, he was ready to try his luck again, still determined to branch out from fooling around with just Kenzie. That was how he found himself on the dance floor, surrounding himself with beautiful people.
He’d had enough to drink that he was overly invested in the feel of the bass vibrating in his chest. It was glorious and so easy to lose himself in dancing like no one was watching.
And if anyone was watching, maybe that was a good thing.
He felt someone behind him, turning just as he heard the unorthodox compliment. Albie grinned, glad to see his friend and immediately wrote the remark off as a joke because he didn’t want to dwell on the alternative. “Hey!” he cried in tipsy bonhomie, immediately giving Scorpius a hug. “I haven’t seen you all week!”
—----------
Scorpius was saved from having to worry about what had popped out of his mouth, Albie was crying out and wrapping him in a hug. Maybe he could touch Albie’s ass, just this once. Large hands slipped around Albie’s middle, coming to rest at his lower back. There wasn’t enough liquid courage in the man to make him bold enough to slip those roaming hands just a little lower.
“Your hair!” he shouted in excitement, unable to keep his thoughts to himself. “You look bloody-” hot, sexy, beautiful, gorgeous, he couldn’t seem to pick just one, his jade eyes catching Albie’s gaze as he stumbled over finding the right word.
He should have tried to find words, his body was doing whatever it wanted. Apparently he had drowned the portion of his brain that controlled what he did. He started dancing to the music, still moving to that bass that was thumping through their chests. How could you not move?
—-
“That bad, huh?” Albie asked with raised eyebrows as Scorpius failed to finish his sentence. “I cut my hair and you still notice my arse first.” He didn’t immediately remove his arms from around Scorpius, instead looping them around his friend's neck since Scor was apparently drunk enough to get handsy. Albie wasn’t exactly sober himself and he couldn’t stop himself from taking advantage.
He leaned forward, getting closer so that Scor could definitely hear him over the music. “Keep dancing with me like this and everyone’s going to think you’re taken for the night.” Yet that didn’t stop Albie’s hips moving with the music.
—---
Blonde head shook quickly, definitely not bad. “It’s not my fault you’ve got a great arse,” he said incredulously. The urge to touch Albie was overwhelming. Then he was leaning in closer, and he was so close that Scor could smell his cologne. One hand slid lower to ghost over Albie’s ass, his body moving with Albie’s to the music.
Those words echoed for Scor, taken for the night. “I don’t care,” he laughed then, shaking his head to get his own blonde locks out of his face. “Let’s just fucken enjoy this.” both of his hands moved to slide up to Albie’s hips then, squeezing as their bodies moved together. He’d missed Albie, while he was thankful for the job, it had been a long week without his best mate. Albie practically glowed, maybe that was just the alcohol, but Scorpius couldn’t stop staring. He just looked so good.
—-
It was the squeeze of Scorpius’ hands that made it click for Albie that Scor was dancing with him. Like, dancing dancing. His friend had always been an enthusiastic dancer on nights out and it was hard not to get swept up in that now. Albie put up very little resistance, memories immediately coming to mind of an impulsive kiss in a broken old house and instructive hours in another man’s bed.
Oh, fuck. He looked up at Scorpius, knowing that this was probably all just induced by alcohol. Just a dance that they’d never speak of after tonight. Yet Albie allowed himself to indulge in his long-time crush for the span of a dance, to bask in the way that Scor was looking at him.
“I need another drink,” he announced, breaking the spell that seemed to grip his thoughts as tightly as Scorpius held his hips.
—--
The alcohol was quieting all thoughts as he danced, enjoying the feel of Albie’s body against his, arms around each other, music thumping through them. It felt so good, in a way different than just finding a random person to dance with out on the floor. It was even different than when he knew he’d be taking that person home, it was better.
Albie’s words broke the trance he had found himself, licking suddenly very dry lips. “Definitely, drinks,” he agreed with a quick nod. It was only then that he untangled from Albie, one hand coming up to brush through his own hair, trying to wash away the tingling he still felt where their bodies had touched.
Without a second thought, his hand found Albie’s, before he started off towards the bar. He had held Albie’s hand a thousand times before, in situations very similar to this, and yet for some reason he would swear he felt a spark. Albie was going to be so mad if Scorpius hit on him, he was sure of it. Yet he knew then that he wanted to take Albie home.
—
Scor didn’t know what he was doing. That was what Albie had to tell himself. It was the only way he was going to survive the night without going crazy. He’d done a good job of hiding crushes on Scorpius throughout the years, if he did say so himself, but the dancing and the hand-holding and goddamn way Scor’s hair kept swishing against his handsome face were all putting pressure on his self-restraint.
Albie wasn’t mildly panicking. Or remembering how he’d wished Miguel had been someone else.
Nope, not at all.
At the bar, he tried to be cautious. If Scor was drunk enough to dance with him like that, perhaps he shouldn’t have suggested another drink. He licked his lips, glancing at the various bottles illuminated behind the bar. “What’re you drinking? I’m buying.”
—-
“I was drinking Firewhiskey,” he said, finding himself distracted by Albie licking his lips. Thankfully, his friend was looking at the liquor bottles and not at him. “I’d be willing to switch things up if you’re not in the mood for it,” he admitted, knowing he could handle a couple more shots and still have his wits mostly about him. If he did more than that however, he’d end up blacking out completely. He didn’t want to black out, he wanted to remember whatever adventure he found tonight.
Scor let go of Albie’s hand, shifting to lean his back against the bar, facing Albie still. Should he take the chance, he wondered. Make a move on Albie, or ask him to get out of there together? He was irritated with himself that he still didn’t have his own place, if he had he may have been able to find a slick way to ask Albie to come home. His emotions were likely playing across his features, too intoxicated to be able to hide anything. Especially when it was Albie. He was the one person who knew him better than anyone else.
—-
Albie looked up at Scorpius to say that yes, Firewhiskey sounded good to him. Except he caught Scor looking at him as if he could eat him alive.
In the good, toe-curling sort of way.
He momentarily forgot how to talk, an incoherent gurgle of noise escaping him. Albie cleared his throat to try again, though he was utterly distracted by the intensity in Scorpius’ eyes; he couldn’t ever recall seeing that look directed at him before.
“Two Firewhiskeys. Right.” Damn it all, he needed to stop looking at Scor’s lips. He’d never felt so vulnerable in front of another man, not even when he’d had Miguel on his knees in front of him. Fuck, he didn’t need to be thinking about Scorpius’ lips and blowjobs at the same time.
“Unless you want something else?” he asked, not sure if he was even still talking about drinks.
——
Scorpius was suddenly worried he hadn’t heard something Albie had said, when had Albie put his attention on him? He felt his cheeks growing warm with a flush, well fuck. What had he said?
“Did I tell you that I got some furniture for the house?” he asked suddenly, almost out of nowhere. It had just occurred to him that there was someplace he could take Albie. Sure, there really wasn’t much there, but he just didn’t want to be in the club right there. He wanted to be somewhere more intimate. How stupid was that? What did he think was going to happen?
“It’s mostly just an old futon that I came across, a couple of chairs I worked on over the winter,” he explained, nervously biting at his lower lip. “We should go, you’ve got to see it.”
______
It was hard to tell in the lighting of the club, but Albie thought Scorpius might be blushing. Maybe, he reasoned, it was just the combination of dancing and alcohol. That seemed like the best explanation.
With Scorpius picking up shifts at the Leaky Cauldron, they surprisingly hadn’t seen each other for days, not even at the house. Hannah, in her wisdom, had chosen not to put them on the same shifts. Albie didn’t really like that, but he could understand her thinking. They were a bad influence on each other and right now Albie found himself being very influenced by Scor’s suggestion.
“Yeah, okay,” he said, perhaps a little too quickly. “Why not? Let’s go.” Why not indeed.
—--
There was a lot of self-restraint in not asking Albie if he was serious. This wasn't some random hookup, it wasn't like Albie could read his mind and knew Scor was thinking about snogging Albie on that futon. They were just going back to the house, first time in ages it felt like.
Instead of putting his foot in his mouth, he reached out for Albie's hand again. "Do you want to apparate us or floo?" He asked, knowing that he was too intoxicated to apparate both of them back to the house. Floo may even have been safe, but he couldn't quite remember if they had connected it to the floo network or not.
—
It felt good when Scor took his hand again; Albie internally chastised himself for being so damn needy for a simple touch, something they'd done a hundred times before.
"Floo isn't getting connected until next week," he said a little absently as he drew Scorpius away from the bar to the Apparition point at the Carnival's exit. For the first time, he felt anxious about getting up close to Scorpius, curling his arm around the other man's waist. Yet he knew Scorpius trusted him and he didn't even have to ask.
They were just going back to the house, he told himself, to look at some chairs he had probably seen before.
"Just hold tight," he said quietly, daring to meet Scorpius' gaze.
—
Of course Albie knew when they were being connected to the floo network. It made him smile a ridiculous amount as the realization hit, and Albie met his gaze just a moment later. Gods, he wanted to kiss him so bad.
Instead he gulped, nodding his head rather quickly. "Holding tight," he muttered, those cat green eyes locked on Albie's, while his own arms slipped around the other man's shoulders.
Then they were off, with a pulling feeling around his navel, reappearing inside the shamble of a home they were making into a proper house. Yet, Scorpius didn't pull away immediately. He was still looking up into those beautiful, mischief, eyes of Albie's, and kissed his best mate properly. His eyes even sliding closed just before their lips met, not able to see Albie's reaction when he rejected him.
—-
Oh, fuck.
That dazzling smile had nearly shattered Albie's concentration right before the Side-Along; even when they arrived at the house without losing any bits on the way, he still wasn't sure how he had kept his focus.
Scor kissing him was really what fractured his thoughts into rationality and instinct. Instinct won the battle for dominance, though, Albie's arm tightening around Scorpius until he could almost feel the buttons of the stolen shirt pressing into his chest. But it was the plush, expressive lips against his that truly captured his attention.
This was no fleeting, spontaneous kiss. This was the real thing, the sort of kiss that had featured heavily in Albie's dreams during their school days. It would probably just disappear into a drunken anecdote, so Albie poured himself into it while he could.
----
There was a tense moment, before it hit Scorpius that Albie was kissing him back. A tense moment where his stomach had hit the ground, then he could feel those wonderful lips against his. Albie stole his breath, pressed so closely, as Scorpius lost himself to that kiss.
Every inch of Scorpius was tingling as he broke the kiss, needing to come up for air. “Did you still want to see the uh-futon?” he asked in a husky voice, cheeks pink as he realized that with as close as they were still pressed, Albie could feel him straining against his jeans. That kiss had rocked his entire world, everything felt the same, yet somehow different.
—-
Albie thought he knew every tone of Scorpius' voice, from puppy-like excitement to melancholy teenager, but the huskiness was something new, the recently-shorn hair on the back of his neck raising in a new sort of thrill with the secondary realisation that Scor was hard for him. Maybe it wasn't just the alcohol that had made this happen, but to the small, rational part of his brain that was still functioning, it seemed deeply unfair that after a decade of crushes something was only happening now.
He was too close to Scorpius to see the flush on his cheeks, but the husky voice and erection pressed against him held Albie in a delighted state of arousal. "Yes," he breathed, having momentarily forgotten about the futon or the blasted chairs. His mouth was angled eagerly towards Scor's, an almost petulant pout on his lips at his friend's audacity to pull away when he was enjoying himself so much.
"Show me the damn futon," Albie insisted, his own jeans getting tight with need.
----
That pout, that gorgeous fucking pout. Scor was staring at it while Albie was agreeing to see the futon. It was one of the only comfortable surfaces in the house, and all Scor could think about was pinning Albie to that futon, and having his wicked way with his best mate. His cock twitched at just the idea, seconds before he was pulling far enough away to lead the way upstairs and to the master bedroom where he had stashed the all black futon for now.
Hand in Albie's he climbed the stairs, leading the way into the master. Nervous energy filled the blonde as the pair now stood in front of the futon that had been reclined into a bed days earlier when Scor had taken a nap on it. "It fits, I figure we can put it downstairs once we get a bed for us, I mean, for up here," he said, finding himself stumbling a bit over his words.
He stepped up to Albie, closing the space between them. "You look so fucken hot," he breathed.
—-
Albie could nearly taste anticipation in the air, standing there in front of a piece of furniture and not sure what to do next. Scor's stumble, the use of us, nearly brought back his panic and scared away his erection. He'd always used Scorpius' desire for relationships and happily ever after as a shield, a way to make getting over his feelings easier since he was ninety per cent sure that was something he didn't want. From what he'd seen with his parents or aunt and uncle, getting with your best friend wasn't something that worked in the long term.
But then Scor was crowding him again and he lost that train of thought. Despite the brief scare, his cock was still very interested in this situation, as it turned out. A smirk crept onto his face. "And you're wearing my fucking shirt again," he said, chest puffing out a little at the compliment. "Take it off."
-----
A chill ran through Scor, lighting up those jade eyes, at Albie being assertive and commanding. Fuck, if it wasn’t the hottest thing. He brought a hand between them, to let his palm cup Albie’s erection through the pants. “Whatever you say,” he muttered, before bringing his hand away so that he could unbutton Albie’s shirt. Chest bare to the other man, he let the shirt slip off his arms, landing into a pile behind him.
“Would you like some help?” he asked, his hand coming back to Albie’s pants. He was already dropping to his knees gracefully in front of his friend, keeping his eyes on Albie’s. Waiting for any sign that the other man wasn’t up for this to go farther. Albie had been the one to tell him to remove his shirt though…
—--
Though he wasn’t sure where that sudden command had come from, Albie couldn’t deny that it got great results, both the touch and the sight of Scor shirtless. Even if he’d seen him undressed before, this was different. His heart was already thundering in his chest even before Scor was on his knees and palming him with a strong, sure hand. A litany of incredulous curses went through his head in that moment and he knew that image of the blond looking up at him like that was going to feature in a lot of fantasies.
"Yeah," he breathed, nodding. His cock couldn't get any harder, he was sure of it. Scor’s gaze was hypnotic and under that watchful green gaze he moved his own hand to unfasten his jeans. This was happening. This was really happening. “A hand, a mouth… whatever you want."
—
Goosebumps were erupting along his arms listening to Albie tell him whatever he wanted. He smirked then, hand coming up to help aid Albie undo his pants. Scorpius’ gaze shifted down then, as his hand reached inside to grasp the length he had felt through the fabric. Gods, Albie was so hard.
Once Scor had freed Albie’s erection, those eyes looked back up to Albie. He watched his best mate’s face as he took the length into his mouth, swirling tongue around the head of it as he slowly lowered his mouth on the other man’s erection. His own pants were growing too tight, watching Albie from there. He had to bring his free hand down to unzip and unbutton his own pants, giving himself just a little relief.
—-
Albie wanted to watch Scorpius, but at the first touch of the other man’s mouth his eyes fluttered closed and he tried to bite back a moan. He’d wanted this since he was old enough to know what a blowjob was and it hadn’t sunk in yet that this was real. A small part of him thought that he might just wake up in the Slytherin dormitory, except he didn’t think his imagination could conjure up the details of this scenario, like the sounds Scorpius made around his length.
When it all finally got too much and he knew the end was close, Albie managed to look down at the other man and nearly came undone at the perfect sight before him. "Scor," he ground out urgently as he touched his bare shoulder. "I’m gonna… Fuck. Really close."
—
Scorpius had heard Albie, and if those words weren’t the best fucking thing he had ever heard, he didn’t know what was. His own hand had come down to help himself, always one to get off pleasing others. Knowing he was going to get Albie off with his mouth was sending himself over the edge.
Instead of stopping, he worked his mouth faster over the other man’s length, free hand pumping whatever he wasn’t able to fit into his mouth, until Albie came. Scor lifted those jade eyes to watch Albie as he came, wanting to memorize this moment incase they never got another shot. He came as well then, a mess in his own hand, his own moan dying on Albie’s length. Albie looked so fucking gorgeous above him, the shorter hair giving Scor the perfect view of Albie’s face. When the hell had he gotten so beautiful?
—-
He hadn’t expected Scor to let him finish in his mouth and the realisation of that was what finally pushed him over, Albie’s hand gripping at Scorpius’ shoulder hard.
Panting, he looked down at his friend through half-closed eyes and felt another jolt of arousal as Scor came. “Fucking hell,” he breathed incredulously, slipping from warm, plush lips. With his jeans bunched around his calves now, Albie stumbled back onto the futon, pulling Scorpius with him. “Fucking hell,” he repeated, at a loss for words as his arms curled around the shirtless man who was now pressed tight against him. Albie didn’t even have a sarcastic quip to hand, just a desperate hope that Scorpius had another round in him.
—
"Did I break Albie Potter?" Scor asked teasingly, falling easily into the futon with his best mate. He pressed a kiss against Albie's jaw. "Let's see if I can make you moan my name next," he murmured happily, his hand already moving to start undoing Albie's shirt. Scor had a round two in him, he hoped Albie might too. If this was the only time they'd get together, Scor didn't want to waste a moment.
—--