When Teddy walks into his bedroom that night, James is waiting on his bed. He can feel his heart beating fast. He’s had plenty of time to think about this: Teddy took forever getting here, and James nearly changed his mind on several occasions and chose another way of propositioning Teddy. Native stubbornness won out, however, and here he is.
And here Teddy is.
“James?” Teddy says, with a little jolt of surprise as he sees the young man.
James’s heart is positively hammering in his chest now, but he raises his chin. “I turned seventeen three months ago.”
Teddy comes in properly, and sits on the bed beside him. “I know.” He smiles. “Sent you a present, remember?”
“I remember.” James swallows. Teddy’s going to make him say it. Unless Teddy’s forgotten altogether, but James isn’t even going to consider that awful possibility. “You said,” he ploughs on, determined, “come back when I was an adult. So. Here I am.”
He remembers the evening well, sixteen months previously. He’d been watching Teddy for – god, ages, even then – but recently, he’d begun to think he’d seen Teddy looking back. And with his trademark courage/idiocy, he’d waited until they were alone together in the garden, and snogged him. No build up, just straight in there – before he lost what bravery he’d pulled together, if truth be known. And Teddy had pushed him off, but kindly.
“You’re too young. Just a kid. Come back and see me when you’re an adult, yeah, Jamie?”
Then – James still isn’t entirely sure he didn’t imagine it, dream it up from wishing – he’d leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to James’s lips.
James hopes he didn’t imagine it. He’s been banking on that kiss ever since.
Teddy raises his eyebrow. “Oh. I wondered if you’d remember that.”
“So?”
“So.” There is meaning in Teddy’s word. “All grown up, Jamie?”
“‘James’,” James says, flashing him a glare. ‘Jamie’ isn’t exactly a grown up name.
Teddy grins at him. “Jamie,” he says again, deliberately provoking.
James wants to go off on one at him, but that won’t make him look like an adult, after all. So instead, he moves closer to Teddy, cups a hand behind the older man’s head.
“All grown up,” he says huskily.
He’s learned a thing or two about kissing, these past sixteen months, too. There haven’t been a lot of opportunities – Hogwarts isn’t exactly a bastion of gay loving, and James has been definitively out of the market when it comes to a relationship, thanks to the bastard sitting in front of him. Still, there have been one or two people willing to test the waters, so to speak. He suspects he’s been first in line for the gay-curious and bi-curious boys – but what the hell, someone needs to be. And it’s taught him what he likes and doesn’t like, too.
So he pulls Teddy’s head down towards him and kisses him firmly, but less comprehensively than he tried the first time. A gentle persuasion to allow James into his mouth, rather than leading with the tongue. Teddy makes a little noise of surprise, but allows James to continue. James is slightly disconcerted when Teddy takes his wand out of his pocket – but appreciative (not to mention optimistic) when he causes the door to close and casts what James is pretty sure are silencing and locking charms. That done, Teddy gives himself over thoroughly to the kiss, which is going to James’s cock much more quickly than any mere kiss ought to.
And here Teddy is.
“James?” Teddy says, with a little jolt of surprise as he sees the young man.
James’s heart is positively hammering in his chest now, but he raises his chin. “I turned seventeen three months ago.”
Teddy comes in properly, and sits on the bed beside him. “I know.” He smiles. “Sent you a present, remember?”
“I remember.” James swallows. Teddy’s going to make him say it. Unless Teddy’s forgotten altogether, but James isn’t even going to consider that awful possibility. “You said,” he ploughs on, determined, “come back when I was an adult. So. Here I am.”
He remembers the evening well, sixteen months previously. He’d been watching Teddy for – god, ages, even then – but recently, he’d begun to think he’d seen Teddy looking back. And with his trademark courage/idiocy, he’d waited until they were alone together in the garden, and snogged him. No build up, just straight in there – before he lost what bravery he’d pulled together, if truth be known. And Teddy had pushed him off, but kindly.
“You’re too young. Just a kid. Come back and see me when you’re an adult, yeah, Jamie?”
Then – James still isn’t entirely sure he didn’t imagine it, dream it up from wishing – he’d leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to James’s lips.
James hopes he didn’t imagine it. He’s been banking on that kiss ever since.
Teddy raises his eyebrow. “Oh. I wondered if you’d remember that.”
“So?”
“So.” There is meaning in Teddy’s word. “All grown up, Jamie?”
“‘James’,” James says, flashing him a glare. ‘Jamie’ isn’t exactly a grown up name.
Teddy grins at him. “Jamie,” he says again, deliberately provoking.
James wants to go off on one at him, but that won’t make him look like an adult, after all. So instead, he moves closer to Teddy, cups a hand behind the older man’s head.
“All grown up,” he says huskily.
He’s learned a thing or two about kissing, these past sixteen months, too. There haven’t been a lot of opportunities – Hogwarts isn’t exactly a bastion of gay loving, and James has been definitively out of the market when it comes to a relationship, thanks to the bastard sitting in front of him. Still, there have been one or two people willing to test the waters, so to speak. He suspects he’s been first in line for the gay-curious and bi-curious boys – but what the hell, someone needs to be. And it’s taught him what he likes and doesn’t like, too.
So he pulls Teddy’s head down towards him and kisses him firmly, but less comprehensively than he tried the first time. A gentle persuasion to allow James into his mouth, rather than leading with the tongue. Teddy makes a little noise of surprise, but allows James to continue. James is slightly disconcerted when Teddy takes his wand out of his pocket – but appreciative (not to mention optimistic) when he causes the door to close and casts what James is pretty sure are silencing and locking charms. That done, Teddy gives himself over thoroughly to the kiss, which is going to James’s cock much more quickly than any mere kiss ought to.