He collapses on Teddy’s chest, moving with the breaths Teddy takes. He feels his brother’s hands stroking over his back, memorising him. Albus runs his hands down to the small of his back, to the cleft of his arse, dips his thumb into the valley where it almost tickles. James feels the come start to leak out, and it’s like Albus is thumbing it out of him, that slight pressure at his crevice. James groans. One by one they extract their pricks. James whines. He’s so open, and it occurs to him to feel ashamed. Albus can see inside him, for fuck’s sake. From the way he’s trying to control his breathing, James can very nearly feel his rapt gaze.
Then his fingers… Albus’s fingers, tentatively dipping back inside his hole. James makes a mewling sound against Teddy’s chest and feels the answering rumble of contentment, of spare arousal. He clamps his rim around Al’s questing fingers, but no one would describe him as tight right now. Albus pulls his fingers out and smears their combined fluids up James’s crack, up to that ticklish spot where he makes an idle circle. Then his lips are on James’s back, tasting his sweat. “Jamie…” said so softly.
“Stay for a while,” Teddy tells him, his hand on the back of James’s neck.
Al’s fingers go back to dipping just a tiny bit inside James’s arse, as though he can’t resist it. “I probably shouldn’t.”
The statement, like a set of scales, could dip either way, and it propels James around. He turns, pushing Al to his side next to Teddy. He cups his face, kissing him. He kisses him with tears in his throat. He kisses him straight through any traces of regret, until Al’s moaning into his mouth, until his arms wrap around James, and their bodies collide, soft cocks touching, shameful and indulgent. James is high on him, on this, on taking it, this thing he has no hope of returning to normal. Teddy’s hand trails down his back. Then he moves in, sandwiching James between them. It’s overly warm and sticky. The smell of fucking lingers. Teddy’s hand reaches across and rests on Al’s waist.
James breaks the kiss, looking into Al’s eyes before he can’t abide that deep a connection and shuts his own. But he sees the slight smile first. That sweet Albus smile James knows in his blood.
“Stay for a while,” James echoes. Albus can’t unfuck him; he might as well sleep in their arms as well. The deed is done.
Teddy works an arm between himself and James and strokes his fingers into the crack of James’s arse. “Sore?” he asks.
“A little,” he lies. It’s a lot. But he likes it. Isn’t finished with it. “No need for Healing charms.”
“Mmm,” Teddy grunts, but he leaves his fingers there just the same. James likes that too… that proprietary press against his arsehole. When Al reaches down and cups his soft cock and his balls, James inhales sharply, but he doesn’t move. Not until Teddy murmurs, “Go to sleep, love. We’ve got you.”
And then James relaxes into their hands, between their bodies. He feels that place inside him where they’ve both been, feels it throb. He wriggles down a bit, wrapping himself in their warmth. He lets it all go.
Then his fingers… Albus’s fingers, tentatively dipping back inside his hole. James makes a mewling sound against Teddy’s chest and feels the answering rumble of contentment, of spare arousal. He clamps his rim around Al’s questing fingers, but no one would describe him as tight right now. Albus pulls his fingers out and smears their combined fluids up James’s crack, up to that ticklish spot where he makes an idle circle. Then his lips are on James’s back, tasting his sweat. “Jamie…” said so softly.
“Stay for a while,” Teddy tells him, his hand on the back of James’s neck.
Al’s fingers go back to dipping just a tiny bit inside James’s arse, as though he can’t resist it. “I probably shouldn’t.”
The statement, like a set of scales, could dip either way, and it propels James around. He turns, pushing Al to his side next to Teddy. He cups his face, kissing him. He kisses him with tears in his throat. He kisses him straight through any traces of regret, until Al’s moaning into his mouth, until his arms wrap around James, and their bodies collide, soft cocks touching, shameful and indulgent. James is high on him, on this, on taking it, this thing he has no hope of returning to normal. Teddy’s hand trails down his back. Then he moves in, sandwiching James between them. It’s overly warm and sticky. The smell of fucking lingers. Teddy’s hand reaches across and rests on Al’s waist.
James breaks the kiss, looking into Al’s eyes before he can’t abide that deep a connection and shuts his own. But he sees the slight smile first. That sweet Albus smile James knows in his blood.
“Stay for a while,” James echoes. Albus can’t unfuck him; he might as well sleep in their arms as well. The deed is done.
Teddy works an arm between himself and James and strokes his fingers into the crack of James’s arse. “Sore?” he asks.
“A little,” he lies. It’s a lot. But he likes it. Isn’t finished with it. “No need for Healing charms.”
“Mmm,” Teddy grunts, but he leaves his fingers there just the same. James likes that too… that proprietary press against his arsehole. When Al reaches down and cups his soft cock and his balls, James inhales sharply, but he doesn’t move. Not until Teddy murmurs, “Go to sleep, love. We’ve got you.”
And then James relaxes into their hands, between their bodies. He feels that place inside him where they’ve both been, feels it throb. He wriggles down a bit, wrapping himself in their warmth. He lets it all go.
END