Title: If You go Down to the Park Today
Author: softly_sweetly
Characters/Pairings: James Sirius/Albus Severus
Rating: NC17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: Incest
Other Warnings: Glory Holes
Word Count: ~1400
Summary/Description: It isn't the first time two brothers have met up out of frustration at their jobs and the shadow of their father. But it probably is the most inappropriate.
Author's Notes: Thanks Ellie and Cassie for the last minute beta jobs!





James was tired, pissed off, and every bone in his body ached. He wanted to die, wanted to go home and sleep forever. He didn't want to be Harry Potter's son anymore, it was too much work. Every move scrutinised, every slip-up broadcast to millions, every case he worked compared to one his father had run. He'd thought being an Auror would allow him to carve out his own identity, allow him to be a person defined by his own merits, and not his surname. He'd thought that if people saw him and his father working side by side, they'd realise quite how different James was. They'd realise he was his own person, and maybe stop comparing him to a middle aged desk-flyer.

Slipping into the cubicle, James locked the door and sat down on the closed toilet. Let the sodding Prophet follow him into here. There were more than a few journalists working for that paper that he'd like to shut up, and putting their mouths to good use would be satisfying on all levels. Trying not to think about the stresses, James instead focused on why he was here, in a grotty public toilet in the middle of a park. Mindless sex. No one could see his face, no one could judge him; hell, chances were the person who came into the next cubicle would be Muggle, and wouldn't be able to tell James from Adam. Opening his robes and reaching into his trousers, James closed his eyes and tried to let the tension wash out of him. A quick blow, and bed. Tomorrow would be a new day.

The toilet door creaked open, and James held his breath. He listened to the person enter the cubicle next to his, and the lock click into place. He heard the rustle of clothes, saw shadows dancing through the hole in the dividing wall, but it could still just be a person caught short.

Then, a coarse whisper. "Give it to me."

Taking his cock out of his trousers and standing up, James cleared his mind of everything, and guided himself into the hole.


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Al could barely think straight, he was so angry. Going into teaching was meant to be a break, meant to be an area where he could show his own abilities instead of having to emulate his father's. But every other question was about the war, or his eyes, or the war, or his dad, or the war, or how Al looked exactly like Harry fucking Potter, and wasn't that strange? It took everything Al had not to respond with 'Well, considering half my genes are his, no it fucking isn't strange'.

And then when he got out of the classroom and into the staffroom, it continued. Did he know that Harry played Quidditch, and was the youngest Seeker in a century? Was he aware of all the trouble his father got into at school, and how Al was such a good – but what they meant was boring – boy in comparison. He'd had to get out of the castle, get away from that world for awhile.

Jamie had told him about this place – inadvertently, mind – and when Al had overheard a Floo conversation, he'd had to check it out. It wasn't much to look at, dingy little building housing public toilets for Muggles, and seemingly frequented by the types of Muggles who had no concept of personal hygiene. But if you went into the gents and ignored the fact the light over the last two stalls was out, you could release a lot more than that last pint you'd had before closing.

The final door was closed, but Al didn't really mind. A Cushioning Charm to protect his knees, a hand down his pants, and he'd quite enjoy sucking off a random stranger with no obligation to kiss and make nice after the fact. Locking the cubicle door behind him, Al drew his wand and silently cast a spell on the cold concrete floor. He'd learnt the hard way that spending time kneeling in a public bathroom without some sort of protection would end in pain. And a rash that took three months to clear up.

Undoing his robes and his trousers for easier access, Al knelt down and leant close to the hole in the dividing wall. He was never really sure how to start these conversations – 'can I suck your cock?' always sounded so clichéd – so he went with a tried and tested favourite. "Give it to me."

A rustle of clothing, and then the most glorious sight in the world. A cock, with no body attached, no responsibilities hanging onto it, slid through the hole in the cubicle wall, and Al let his irritation bleed out of him. Taking his cock in his hand, Al opened his mouth and got to work.


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He could always Obliviate any policeman who happened to overhear and investigate why someone was moaning in the gents toilets in the middle of the night, but staying silent was part of the fun.

It was hard, though, tonight. The mouth in the other cubicle was warm and wet, exceptionally skilled, and was nipping and pulling in all the right places, switching effortlessly between deep-throating James and suckling just the very tip of his cock. With his whole body pressed against the wall, James was pushing as much of his shaft through the hole as he could manage, and his partner was rising to the challenge admirably. The wet sucking noises seemed to echo around the concrete building, bouncing off the wet tiles by the sinks, and filling James' head. He hadn't thought about work since the first lick, and that felt brilliant in and of itself.

Almost as soon as James realised he was close to orgasm, the attention to his cock changed. It felt like his partner was perfectly in tune with him. Long fingers curled around his shaft, stroking rapidly up and down the flesh, while the mouth focused on his glans, licking and sucking greedily. James was grateful for the cubicle wall – he needed it to lean against as his thighs trembled. Even digging his fingers into the old, slightly-soft wood didn't provide much support.

When his partner scratched his teeth over James' flesh, expertly making the act just the right side of pain, James forgot all about being quiet.


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Al knew he was good at this, but his partner was really responding. The moans and grunts that the man couldn't silence spurred Al on, and he could feel his body tensing and cramping. He wanted to come, but wanted something more. Bringing his partner right up to the edge with expert licks and sucks, Al nipped gently at the smooth flesh, hoping the other man would like the brief flash of almost-pain just as much as he did. His instinct had been right, and as Al felt the first warm spurt hit his tongue he leaned back, letting the sticky strands rain down on his lips and chin as he tugged his own shaft roughly, bringing himself off with a muffled grunt.

Knelt on the floor of a public bathroom in the middle of a park, Al should probably have felt seedy. But he didn't. He felt pretty good, and a little annoyed that he couldn't take this man home and spend the night ignoring all of his issues.

"Want to take this somewhere more private?"

Al looked up instinctively, half-expecting to see a man looking down at him. This man could be anyone, and Al knew the risks of going home with strangers. And yet... he had his wand, after all. Weighing up his choices quickly, Al stood up and began straightening his clothes. He could sneak back into Hogwarts before morning classes, no problem. "I'm game, if you are?"

Hearing the lock click in the cubicle next to him, Al slid open his own lock and stepped out of the cubicle, curious to see what his partner looked like. He'd have to think up a good excuse if it was some overweight, middle-aged bear, because older men and body hair did nothing for him. Turning to face the man, Al let his eyes travel slowly up the toned legs, lithe physique, the robes, and...

"Fuck, Jamie?"