Title: Contrast Pairing: Teddy/Scorpius/Hugo Word Count: ~1900 (omg I’m so sorry) Warnings/Incentives: double penetration, established triad, tension, blow jobs, fingering, slightly angry sex, praise kink, a surprising amount of backstory for a PWP (again, so sorry)
Scorpius watched from a safe distance as Head Auror Lupin tore Hugo's team a new one. He was really going for it — arms gesticulating wildly and everything — talking about irresponsibility, recklessness. Hugo tried to defend himself, but it only turned Ted's accusations towards talks of insubordination. That shut Hugo up.
Scorpius wasn't really listening, to be honest. He was watching. Watching Hugo's jaw tighten as he struggled to silence his comeback, his defence. Watching his fists clench, seeing the guilty way he averted his gaze with each accusation that Teddy reluctantly made.
Teddy hated pulling rank. He saw himself as more of a coordinator, a meeting point for collaborations, part of the team. So when he stood up and started putting people in their place, everyone knew that they were in some serious trouble.
It was hard to watch, honestly. Particularly when Scorpius knew Teddy as well as he did. Everyone else saw height, presence and confidence. Scorpius saw the twitch in his cheek, the tension in his stance, the slight pause before he spoke. He saw the masked exasperation when one of the team once again spoke out of turn. He saw Teddy’s eyes darting to the clock, the other teams, hoping for an excuse, a way out.
Hugo’s team had stayed quiet long enough for Teddy to say his piece. He issued final warnings and instructions to all of the teams. One team were tasked with processing the now subdued criminals and the rest Apparated back to the Ministry. While most headed to back to their offices to sort out the paperwork, Scorpius made his excuses and headed towards the gym, under the pretence of needing a shower.
Hugo was already there, as predicted, beating the shit out of a punching bag. He was still in his field uniform, minus the jacket. Sweat plastered his curly red hair to his forehead and his shirt clung wetly to his toned chest. He didn’t acknowledge Scorpius, who simply wandered over and leant against a nearby pillar.
“Alright?” Scorpius asked airily. Hugo just continued to grunt as he hit the bag, stepping forward, throwing his weight into each blow. Scorpius’s eyes roved over his glistening biceps. He pushed off the pillar, stepping further into Hugo’s peripheral vision. “Up for some fun tonight?” It was a genuine question, with an underlying note of concern.
“Why do you think I’m here?” Hugo ground out, throwing a flurry of quick jabs before leaning against the bag. “Need to take the edge off.”
“Need some help with that?” Scorpius offered with a suggestively raised eyebrow. Hugo managed a small, fond smile as he shook his head and turned his attention back to the punching bag.
“Nah, I’ll save that edge for later.” He began pummelling the bag once more.
“I’ll look forward to it,” Scorpius said as he headed for the door. “See you at home.”
Scorpius went to the pool, next. It was only down the street, but he Apparated anyway. Inside was noisy, with the family pool as busy as usual for the time of day. Scorpius carefully walked barefoot around to the deep pool, where lanes were sectioned off for serious swimmers. Ted had a lane to himself, despite how busy it was. Probably because no one wanted to have to keep up with him, Scorpius mused as he watched him tear through the water at a furious pace. As he approached the near wall, preparing to turn, he locked eyes with Scorpius briefly, but didn’t miss a beat. As he swam away, his hair turned a brilliant sky blue before changing back to the sandy brown he preferred to have it, for appearances. His natural turquoise wasn’t dignified for a Ministry official in his thirties, apparently. It told Scorpius what he had suspected. What he had hoped.
Pairing: Teddy/Scorpius/Hugo
Word Count: ~1900 (omg I’m so sorry)
Warnings/Incentives: double penetration, established triad, tension, blow jobs, fingering, slightly angry sex, praise kink, a surprising amount of backstory for a PWP (again, so sorry)
Scorpius watched from a safe distance as Head Auror Lupin tore Hugo's team a new one. He was really going for it — arms gesticulating wildly and everything — talking about irresponsibility, recklessness. Hugo tried to defend himself, but it only turned Ted's accusations towards talks of insubordination. That shut Hugo up.
Scorpius wasn't really listening, to be honest. He was watching. Watching Hugo's jaw tighten as he struggled to silence his comeback, his defence. Watching his fists clench, seeing the guilty way he averted his gaze with each accusation that Teddy reluctantly made.
Teddy hated pulling rank. He saw himself as more of a coordinator, a meeting point for collaborations, part of the team. So when he stood up and started putting people in their place, everyone knew that they were in some serious trouble.
It was hard to watch, honestly. Particularly when Scorpius knew Teddy as well as he did. Everyone else saw height, presence and confidence. Scorpius saw the twitch in his cheek, the tension in his stance, the slight pause before he spoke. He saw the masked exasperation when one of the team once again spoke out of turn. He saw Teddy’s eyes darting to the clock, the other teams, hoping for an excuse, a way out.
Hugo’s team had stayed quiet long enough for Teddy to say his piece. He issued final warnings and instructions to all of the teams. One team were tasked with processing the now subdued criminals and the rest Apparated back to the Ministry. While most headed to back to their offices to sort out the paperwork, Scorpius made his excuses and headed towards the gym, under the pretence of needing a shower.
Hugo was already there, as predicted, beating the shit out of a punching bag. He was still in his field uniform, minus the jacket. Sweat plastered his curly red hair to his forehead and his shirt clung wetly to his toned chest. He didn’t acknowledge Scorpius, who simply wandered over and leant against a nearby pillar.
“Alright?” Scorpius asked airily. Hugo just continued to grunt as he hit the bag, stepping forward, throwing his weight into each blow. Scorpius’s eyes roved over his glistening biceps. He pushed off the pillar, stepping further into Hugo’s peripheral vision. “Up for some fun tonight?” It was a genuine question, with an underlying note of concern.
“Why do you think I’m here?” Hugo ground out, throwing a flurry of quick jabs before leaning against the bag. “Need to take the edge off.”
“Need some help with that?” Scorpius offered with a suggestively raised eyebrow. Hugo managed a small, fond smile as he shook his head and turned his attention back to the punching bag.
“Nah, I’ll save that edge for later.” He began pummelling the bag once more.
“I’ll look forward to it,” Scorpius said as he headed for the door. “See you at home.”
Scorpius went to the pool, next. It was only down the street, but he Apparated anyway. Inside was noisy, with the family pool as busy as usual for the time of day. Scorpius carefully walked barefoot around to the deep pool, where lanes were sectioned off for serious swimmers. Ted had a lane to himself, despite how busy it was. Probably because no one wanted to have to keep up with him, Scorpius mused as he watched him tear through the water at a furious pace. As he approached the near wall, preparing to turn, he locked eyes with Scorpius briefly, but didn’t miss a beat. As he swam away, his hair turned a brilliant sky blue before changing back to the sandy brown he preferred to have it, for appearances. His natural turquoise wasn’t dignified for a Ministry official in his thirties, apparently. It told Scorpius what he had suspected. What he had hoped.