How Scorpius can have noticed what’s been going on, James isn’t sure, but he gives that smirk again as he pulls away from James a little.
“Are you two finally going to admit to it, then?” he asks.
“What?” asks James; but he is foiled by Albus simply saying, “Yes.”
James looks down at his brother. “Yes? Seriously?”
“It doesn’t have to be serious,” Al murmurs, glancing up at him with those stunning green eyes. “It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
“And if I want it to?” The words come out of James’s mouth almost by accident.
Scorpius gives a little, joyful, laugh. “At last!” He slides his hand underneath James’s T-shirt and suggests, “Fuck first, discuss afterwards?”
The tone of voice he says this in makes both James and his brother melt. Fuck, he has the exact same effect on them both.
“Please,” Al says.
They make it to the bed. Clothes are discarded in a way which James knows would appal Scorpius at any other time (his recent diagnosis of a mild form of OCD came as no surprise to those who know Scor) and then there are there. Naked. James, Scorpius – and James’s brother Al.
For the first time, James allows himself to stare openly at Albus’s nude body. Smaller, slimmer and paler than his own, he is nonetheless lithe and oh fuck god beautiful. His cock is erect, red-tipped and leaning a little to the left as James looks at it. His mouth waters. He wants to suck it, wants to take it between his lips and make Al writhe and moan beneath his ministrations.
Scorpius is leaning on one elbow, a possessive hand on Al’s flat stomach, but a smile still gracing the corners of his mouth.
“Gorgeous, isn’t he?” he drawls lazily.
“Yeah.”
“Shut up.” Albus wriggles with embarrassment, but Scorpius leans over and kisses his protests away.
“Shh, baby,” he tells Al lovingly. “You’re beautiful. You want this. As long as I’ve known you, you’ve wanted him and you know it. And see the way he’s looking at you? He wants you so badly.”
James makes a little noise which he can’t keep in, one of desire hidden so long, so painfully, and now let out in full. Albus looks up at him.
“Jamie?”
“Al.” It is all the answer it needs to be to Al’s equally unspoken question. But he adds, because he must, “I want to suck your cock.”
It is blunt, forthright – everything James is and Scorpius and Albus are not. James has a second of feeling as if he doesn’t fit in, as if he’s the awkward third. He wonders whether this is how Al has felt with his siblings and parents – Gryffindors all, with Al the lone Slytherin. But he forgets it all when Albus replies.
How Scorpius can have noticed what’s been going on, James isn’t sure, but he gives that smirk again as he pulls away from James a little.
“Are you two finally going to admit to it, then?” he asks.
“What?” asks James; but he is foiled by Albus simply saying, “Yes.”
James looks down at his brother. “Yes? Seriously?”
“It doesn’t have to be serious,” Al murmurs, glancing up at him with those stunning green eyes. “It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
“And if I want it to?” The words come out of James’s mouth almost by accident.
Scorpius gives a little, joyful, laugh. “At last!” He slides his hand underneath James’s T-shirt and suggests, “Fuck first, discuss afterwards?”
The tone of voice he says this in makes both James and his brother melt. Fuck, he has the exact same effect on them both.
“Please,” Al says.
They make it to the bed. Clothes are discarded in a way which James knows would appal Scorpius at any other time (his recent diagnosis of a mild form of OCD came as no surprise to those who know Scor) and then there are there. Naked. James, Scorpius – and James’s brother Al.
For the first time, James allows himself to stare openly at Albus’s nude body. Smaller, slimmer and paler than his own, he is nonetheless lithe and oh fuck god beautiful. His cock is erect, red-tipped and leaning a little to the left as James looks at it. His mouth waters. He wants to suck it, wants to take it between his lips and make Al writhe and moan beneath his ministrations.
Scorpius is leaning on one elbow, a possessive hand on Al’s flat stomach, but a smile still gracing the corners of his mouth.
“Gorgeous, isn’t he?” he drawls lazily.
“Yeah.”
“Shut up.” Albus wriggles with embarrassment, but Scorpius leans over and kisses his protests away.
“Shh, baby,” he tells Al lovingly. “You’re beautiful. You want this. As long as I’ve known you, you’ve wanted him and you know it. And see the way he’s looking at you? He wants you so badly.”
James makes a little noise which he can’t keep in, one of desire hidden so long, so painfully, and now let out in full. Albus looks up at him.
“Jamie?”
“Al.” It is all the answer it needs to be to Al’s equally unspoken question. But he adds, because he must, “I want to suck your cock.”
It is blunt, forthright – everything James is and Scorpius and Albus are not. James has a second of feeling as if he doesn’t fit in, as if he’s the awkward third. He wonders whether this is how Al has felt with his siblings and parents – Gryffindors all, with Al the lone Slytherin. But he forgets it all when Albus replies.
“I want that too.”