Harry James Potter (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bp_harry) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bp_off_camera,@ 2010-06-27 10:07:00 |
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PROMPT: Callum/Hugo - "You remind me of my son"
The boy was lively, happy, active and reckless as he ran around the grounds, trying to learn all he could about dragons. Every day, Callum watched him with an ache in his chest. He was tall and lanky like any teenager, but he didn’t look anything like Baron. Still, every time he saw the boy, he was reminded of what was no longer there.
Why was he here when Baron wasn’t?
He didn’t know when the ache turned into hatred. When the anger spilled over, when wishing not to see him meant wishing he was dead so that Baron was alive. Logically he knew that there was no connection, but emotionally, the question turned to statement turned to thruth.
If he was not here Baron might be, would be, must be!
The boy was lively, happy active and restless and it was easy, oh so easy to get alone. Too easy to take out all that anger on, to pin to the ground and fuck until there was no more frustration left. No more life left either. Callum wasn’t even sure why. It wasn’t like he’d ever had any such urges towards his son, the very idea was appalling, but here was this boy, so much like him and he took what would not be given and when he was done he just left.
The boy was lively, happy, active and restless – or he had been. Now he was no more. But perhaps Baron would be, and Callum thought he could live with that and if there was a vague recollection of him doing something to the boy it was pushed deep down until it wasn’t there. He felt for the boys father, knew what it was like to lose a son. He wondered who would do such a horrible thing to a child, and wished to get his hands around the neck of the man who had.
PROMPT: Oliver/Charlie - taught him everything he knows
When Oliver looked at Harry flying he was happy to have a new seeker. When he looked at him dive he was thrilled and sure the cup would be theirs.
He’d said Charlie had been greatly missed. That had been true. But no one had questioned how he could be missed when there was just a summer – and no Quidditch – between him playing and Harry taking over. How indeed could he be missed at all? But no one caught the slip, not even McGonagall and Oliver didn’t repeat it. Couldn’t risk it.
For how would he explain that Charlie was missed not for Quidditch, but for warm hands behind the stands making them late for practice? Or that he was missed for the feel of his lips the way they felt around Oliver’s cock in the showers after. Or for the hand that slipped under the table during dinner, having him fight both blushes and moans as he came in his pants?
Only once, had they actually fucked. Only once had Charlie taken him up to his dorm, charmed the door shut and taken the time to fuck him and teach him what he needed to know. Two days before the end of term, one time before he left. And now he was in Romania, and Oliver fought not to make the same slip twice. Charlie wasn’t missed much as a seeker, even if he was brilliant. Charlie was missed because he had taught Oliver all that he knew – and for once, Quidditch had nothing to do with it.
PROMPT: Higgs/Blaise - breath control
The younger man was spread out on the bed beneath him, his dress hiked up, his legs wide apart and a wild look in his face as the collar slowly cut off his breath. Not entirely, just enough to keep him gasping as Blaise slowly fucked him, taking the time only age and experience gave you patience for.
“Was this what you wanted tonight?” he asked though he knew the man could not answer – nor would he care about the answer. He took his pleasure, enjoying the white skin against his, the power he had over the man at the Ministry who had risen to become an equal.
There was nothing equal about them in his bed. It was him dominating the other, and taking what he wanted while Higgs gasped for breath. He let him breathe, long enough for him to stay conscious, then cut the supply again. “You’re going to come for me,” Blaise informed him. “Then I’ll really start to fuck you.”