Happy springsmut, piratesword! Author:curia_regis Recipient:piratesword Title: Roundabouts and trees Rating: NC-17 Pairing(s): Harry/Teddy Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. Summary: A month after Teddy Lupin was born, Harry Potter disappeared. Now, more than twenty years later, Teddy goes off searching for him. Warnings: Dark themes Word Count: ~5500 Author's Notes: Thank you so much to L for being an awesome beta and for making me add more so that the fic made sense! Thank you to M for looking it over!
Roundabouts and trees
A month after Teddy Lupin was born, Harry Potter disappeared.
As Teddy lay in his cradle gurgling happily, his guardian and grandmother, Andromeda, was on the verge of tearing her hair out. "He can’t have just vanished," she snapped.
Hermione Granger, looking none too calm herself, shook her head. "We’ve looked everywhere. The Aurors have combed down magical Britain. We’ve even got the Muggle Prime Minister to issue out the highest alert. He’s nowhere to be found."
Andromeda stared at Teddy, whose hair was in the process of changing from bright pink to red. She leaned down and tickled his feet. "We all have so much to thank that boy for," she said quietly.
-
A month after Harry Potter disappeared, Kingsley Shacklebolt was named Minister of Magic. Everybody agreed that this was a wise decision. Finally, here was a man who would bring the Ministry of Magic into the 20th century and beyond.
Minister Shacklebolt served for eleven happy and prosperous years until he died of a heart attack while at home cooking eggs. Everybody commented that it was such a pity he died so young. A state funeral was held for him and Andromeda attended, looking sombre in a black robe.
Teddy clung to her hand and watched wide-eyed as everybody cried and mourned the man who had taken them out of the darkest era of their lives.
-
Minister Shacklebolt’s replacement was a man named Tobias Quinn, a dark-eyed, blond haired, intense man in his early forties. Minister Quinn vowed to continue Shacklebolt’s hard work at rebuilding the wizarding world.
"We have been at peace for ten years thanks to the efforts of Minister Shacklebolt! I hope to continue this peace. I promise you, as long as I am in office, wizarding England will be at peace!"
Two weeks later, the Muggle markets crashed. Thanks to the work of Kingsley Shacklebolt and his contemporaries at integrating the markets wizarding world with the Muggle one, the wizarding world collectively panicked. Gringotts was flooded with requests to withdraw galleons and to close vaults.
Teddy watched, holding onto his grandmother’s hand, as Quinn vowed to do anything and everything to shelter the wizarding economy.
"We will not be drawn into the Muggle recession," he promised.
-
With sombre faces, the Wizengamot voted to grant emergency powers to Quinn’s Ministry on the 17th of April, 2009.
"It is important to weigh up the privacy concerns of some citizens," the head of the Wizengamot said slowly, "with the security of everybody. These new powers are important to ensure that we all survive these dark times unscathed."
-
Less than a month later, the disappearances began to happen. At first, it was just the undesirables. After all, nobody liked Rita Skeeter, and quite a few Ministry members had been previously at the receiving end of her quick and often inaccurate pen.
"Somebody probably squashed her."
Ron looked at her in surprise. "That’s not like you," he commented.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "She’s probably working on some new story, looking to destroy somebody else’s life. She’ll turn up. You’ll see."
Then, slowly, werewolves began to disappear. Despite Hermione’s help, they still lived on the fringes of society. Firstly, it was a man, a gruff, dark-haired man whose name nobody knew. It had been rumoured that he may have been part of a group on the continent who deliberately infected people; nobody missed him much. But then, when Hermione went to meet with the werewolf leaders, she was told that more than half their population had mysteriously vanished in the past six months.
"I’m worried," she told Ron when she returned home. "It’s like something is happening. Something big. But I can’t put my finger on it."
-
By the time Teddy had left Hogwarts, the disappearances had become almost commonplace. After all, even in the safest countries, people had a tendency to vanish without a trace. So what if wizarding England had a few more people vanish than most countries? They were at peace, had been at peace for over twenty years.
People were content.
Quinn’s power had never been stronger.
-
As he had sat in the giant Muggle metal contraption that flew through the air, Teddy mused that whoever said that the Muggles didn’t have magic were obviously lying. How else could this steel tube stay up in the air? He tried asking the man sitting next to him but the man had just shrugged and said that he didn’t know either.
Teddy had spent the first two hours of his flight jumping at every movement. The nice old woman sitting in front of him had turned around and said sympathetically that she too was a nervous flier.
"First time," Teddy mumbled, as he tried to keep an eye out all around him. Every time somebody walked past his seat, he strained to see that it wasn’t somebody he knew.
Finally, exhausted from the strain of it all, Teddy simply fell asleep.
-
Teddy’s first impression of Canberra was that it had lots of roundabouts and trees. When he was younger, he would have sworn up and down that Sydney was the capital of Australia, but an Australian friend back in England had corrected the erroneous impression.
To be honest, Teddy didn’t really care; he’d simply bought the first ticket out of Heathrow airport. What he had discovered was just too shocking, too terrifying for him to linger in England. He had considered leaving his grandmother a note, but what could he say? Sorry grandma. Discovered a massive conspiracy. Must leave England. Bye!
Finally, Teddy had decided to not say anything. He would just be yet another missing person. Diagon Alley was filled with posters of everybody who had gone missing over the past few years.
Teddy sat back in the taxi and watched as the scenery flew past. He marvelled at how few people he could see.
-
After paying the taxi driver with the strange plastic money, Teddy got out and looked around. Now that he was actually here in Australia, he wasn’t sure how to go about finding Harry Potter.
Over six years ago, Teddy had happened upon his grandmother and his aunt Hermione talking. He’d pressed his ear against the door.
"I’ve found him," Hermione had been saying in a low voice.
"Who?" Andromeda’s tone was irritable. She had been in a foul mood all day and Teddy was staying well away from her.
"Harry," Hermione had whispered.
Teddy gasped and clapped his hand over his mouth. Fortunately, his grandmother had gasped at the exact same time. For as long as he could remember, Teddy had been hearing about the great Harry Potter. The man who defeated You-Know-Who. The man who had been close friends with both his parents.
"What happened?" Andromeda was asking. "Was he …?"
"No, nothing like that." There was a bitter note to Hermione’s voice that Teddy had never heard before. "He’s in Australia. Canberra. He’s made a new life for himself. You should have seen him. He’s lost the haunted look in his eyes."
"But can we begrudge him that?"
Teddy had heard somebody inside the room moving towards the door. Quickly, he’d gotten up and walked casually to his room.
Now that Teddy was actually in Australia, he wasn’t sure how he was going to go about finding Harry Potter. When he got on the plane, he had the harebrained idea that it would be easier once he was here. As Teddy looked around, he realised that he was miserably mistaken.
Australia was certainly not as empty as he first thought. There were quite a lot of people.
Teddy let out a deep breath and tried to figure out what to do.
-
The first thing Teddy did was book into a hotel. He threw his duffel bag onto the bed and sank into an armchair. Although Canberra didn’t seem that different to home, there were still subtle differences. Obviously, the accents were different and the toilets swirled a different way, but Teddy found that even the buildings looked different. They seemed more spread out. London looked extremely cramped compared to Canberra.
Looking around the room, Teddy noticed a phonebook sitting on the bedside table. He’d become familiar with certain Muggle things like phonebooks because of his aunt Hermione. Flipping idly through it, Teddy noticed that there were far too many H. Potters listed for him to call each one.
Besides, he thought, it’s doubtful that Potter would have listed himself in the phone book.
It had seemed quite rational back in England. He would come to Australia, find Harry Potter, and bring him back home. Now, Teddy suspected he should have come up with a better plan.
-
Teddy pasted the most cheerful smile he could muster onto his mouth. The plump girl behind the counter at the coffee shop looked charmed. "Hi," he said. "I’m new in town and I was trying to locate an old friend of mine. I was wondering if you knew of any way to do that."
The girl laughed. "We’re not that small a city. I guess you could ask around. Six degrees of separation and all that."
Teddy had no idea what she was on about. He wondered if she was a bit dim. "Thanks anyway!" he said, the smile still fixed on his lips.
-
Teddy considered finding a private investigator to help him find Potter. However, he wasn’t sure he could trust one. He couldn’t just Obliviate the person if they ended up seeing something untoward. For one thing, Teddy had left his wand back in England for fear that the Ministry could trace him with it. He was currently as helpless as a Muggle with only a limited supply of money. Hiring a private investigator would probably be too expensive.
As Teddy stared around his hotel room, he realised he really only had enough money for another few weeks. He needed to find Potter soon.
-
A week later, Teddy was on the verge of giving up. It really was a hopeless task, he thought grimly as he walked the streets of Civic on a Saturday night. He had managed to get in touch with Canberra’s magical community and through discreet enquiries, he realised that they knew nothing about the possibility of Harry Potter living here.
Aunt Hermione must have discovered a way to find Potter, he thought. Perhaps she knew something about him that nobody else did.
Teddy frowned. That could be anything from Potter liking candles to visiting prostitutes. There was no way for him to figure something like that out.
"Hi, handsome."
Teddy was jerked out of his private reverie.
"Want to go and dance?" the man asked and pointed inside what seemed like a club.
Teddy shook his head. The man was attractive. In any other circumstances, he probably would have gone along with it, but he was on a mission here. Harry Potter was the only person he could think of who could fix everything. At the back of his mind, Teddy knew he was placing too much hope and trust on a man who he had never met, but he felt like he knew Potter already. His aunt Hermione had told him stories about Harry from their days at Hogwarts.
Teddy was amused that the great Harry Potter had once been a scrawny, short little kid, just like himself.
Teddy had surprised everybody when, suddenly, after the age of sixteen, he had shot up. Neither of his parents had been particularly tall. He heard his grandmother whisper that he might have gotten it from her side of the family. Teddy shuddered. He didn’t want anything from that side.
"Come on," the man wheedled. He sauntered over and before Teddy could protest, the man had his hand on his arse.
Teddy summoned up his strongest glare, the one he learned from his great-aunt, and levelled it towards the man. He was gratified when the man took a step back.
"Okay, mate, no need to get angry!" the man said. "I’m sorry."
"It’s fine," Teddy said stiffly. He never particularly liked it when he ended up having to intimidate people like that. When he had been younger, he had tried to imitate the expression of cool arrogance that seemed to come so naturally to the Malfoy side of his family. His grandmother hadn’t been particularly happy when she discovered he had been friendly with the Malfoys, but she hadn’t tried to forbid him to see his cousins.
"Listen," the man said, with an easy smile, "you look tired and stressed. Let me buy you a drink. No strings attached, I promise!" He spread his hands out.
Teddy frowned. The man was attractive, he had to admit. His looks were pretty similar to those of his cousin Draco. "Fine," he finally said. "One drink."
"Very enthusiastic, I see," the man remarked. "The name’s Mark."
"Ted," Teddy said, and summoned up a smile. The man was being quite friendly. Perhaps, he didn’t need to be so mean.
He followed the man into the dark, smoke-filled club.
-
Teddy sniffed. Flavoured smoke, he realised. The smell made his head spin slightly, as did the huge crowd inside. He edged towards the bar where the man was waiting. Looking around, he realised that there were almost exclusively men inside the club. There were a few women scattered around, but more than seventy percent of the people inside were male.
As he watched two men near him begin to grope each other, Teddy finally realised that he was inside a gay club. He watched, half-mesmerised as one of them began to kiss a slow trail down the other man’s neck. From where he was standing, he clearly see the outline of both their cocks. Teddy turned away and brushed a bead of sweat off his forehead.
"Great place, isn’t it?" the man shouted.
Teddy nodded. He had forgotten the man’s name. He thought it might have been Mike or Mark.
Mike or Mark handed him a drink and Teddy sipped it cautiously. He wasn’t familiar with Muggle drinks. He was surprised to find that it tasted far better than the wizarding liquors he was used to. Well, maybe not so surprising, he thought, given that last time I had Firewhiskey, I spat it out because it burned my throat.
He was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable. He wasn’t used to such crowds. The smoke was beginning to make his head spin.
The man – Mark or Mike – was gesturing with a hand towards the dance floor. Teddy considered it but shook his head. "Sorry!" he shouted and coughed. "I need to get some air."
-
Once outside, Teddy walked a few metres away and leaned against a wall. All around him, people were lighting little white cylinders. Muggle cigarettes, Teddy recalled their name from Muggle Studies. Cancer-causing things. He wondered why Muggles still smoked them, but he decided not to ask.
He sniffed. Funnily enough, the smell of the cigarettes seemed less unpleasant than the smell inside the club. He had only been inside for five minutes but his ears were still ringing.
"A bit loud inside, isn’t it?"
Teddy gave a start. The man had an English accent. He had only been in Australia for a few days, but he had somehow gotten used to Australian voices; a British accent sounded rather sharp. He nodded. "From England, are you?" he asked.
The man’s face broke into a smile. "You too, I see! Yeah." A shadow passed over his face. "I moved here years back. Needed to get away."
Now that Teddy was concentrating, he could hear a slight Australian twang underlying the man’s British accent. "Whereabouts in England did you live?" he asked idly, studying the man. There were plenty of Brits in Australia, he was positive. The chances of this man even being magical was slim to none.
"Oh," the man said vaguely, "here and there. I miss it though." A wistful smile crossed his face.
Teddy could feel his stomach jump a little. He was surprised to find he was slightly attracted to the man, despite him being a bit slender for Teddy’s normal tastes. He was also about half a head shorter than Teddy himself. "Me too," he admitted.
The stranger brushed his hair away from his face.
Teddy froze.
And stared at the distinctive, faded, lightning-shaped scar on the other man’s forehead.
"Harry Potter?" Teddy managed to get out after a long pause.
-
Teddy had expected denials. He expected the man to get angry and claim that he was most definitely not Harry Potter. He hadn’t expected the sheer panic to flit across the other man’s face; nor had he expected for him to do an about turn and run away.
It’s quite fortunate, Teddy thought as he ran after the man, that I have much longer legs than this guy. It was quite easy to catch up. Teddy was barely out of breath when he caught up to the guy and grabbed him on the arm.
The man twisted away, but he stopped running. When he turned around, Teddy was surprised to see pain in the other man’s eyes. "Did I hurt you?" he asked in surprise.
The man shook his head, his lips twisted into a grimace. "If you did," he said in a low voice, "you wouldn’t be standing."
Teddy suddenly could see the tip of a wand sticking out of the man’s coat pocket. It was obvious; this had to be Harry Potter not just some random person with a similar scar on his forehead. "You still have your wand?" Teddy asked in surprise. It had been so many years; he thought Potter would have thrown it away a long time ago.
Curtly, Potter nodded. "Took you long enough to find me." He looked Teddy up and down. "So who are you? A junior Auror? Come to bring the hero home?" His tone was bitter.
"Nothing like that!" Teddy burst out. "We need you."
Potter snorted. "Don’t you always?"
"You don’t understand!" Teddy said in frustration. He had planned out a long speech explaining the situation when he was on the plane. He was going to make Harry Potter understand how dire the situation was back home and then Potter would have to come back and save the day. Now that he was here in front of Harry Potter, Teddy suddenly realised how naive his idea was. How ridiculous it was. "Aunt Hermione found you ages ago!"
Potter took a step backwards. "Aunt Hermione?" he repeated, his eyes narrowed. "So who exactly are you?"
"Perhaps," Teddy said, with slight hesitation, "we’d better discuss this elsewhere."
-
Potter’s apartment was small and cramped, but only five minutes walk away. Teddy sat down on the old couch and stared down at the floorboards.
"So," Potter said, dragging out a chair and sitting on it. "Who are you?"
"Tedd– Theodore Lupin," Teddy said.
Potter’s mouth fell open.
"You need to come back," Teddy continued, ploughing ahead before he came to his senses and left. "Aunt Hermione said she left you here because you looked happy." He looked around the apartment and raised an eyebrow.
"I am happy," Potter snapped.
"Sure," Teddy said. "You’re happy in this country, living in this tiny apartment." He looked around the room. "You have no photos up on the walls. No happy snaps up on the mantelpiece. How happy could you be?"
Too late, Teddy heard the aggression in his own voice. Harry Potter was staring at him as though Teddy had said a particularly filthy word.
This wasn’t going too well, Teddy reflected. His grandmother had always told him he was too easily angered. This proved it. He had meant to come and cajole Potter into returning to England, but now it looked like Potter probably going to stay here in his little hovel forever.
"I’m perfectly happy," Potter said stiffly, but not before Teddy caught a flash of pain that passed through his eyes.
"Of course," Teddy said. "Who wouldn’t be happy here?"
To his surprise, Potter laughed. It was a bitter, angry sort of laugh, but laughter nonetheless. It seemed out of place in the sad little apartment. "Why don’t you tell me why you’re here in Australia?"
"Because England’s broken," Teddy said simply.
Potter frowned. "The last I heard, Kingsley had become Minister. He’s a good man. He wouldn’t have let anything happen to England."
With a sigh, Teddy began to fill Potter in on the past ten years.
-
Potter sat back down on his chair, his lips pursed tightly. "You’re trying to tell me that this man, this Quinn –"
"Minister of Magic, Quinn," Teddy interrupted. "A man who has yet to let go of the emergency powers he was given ten years ago."
"– that Minister Quinn has somehow … disappeared all these people and nobody’s noticed?" Potter continued incredulously.
"Is it that unbelievable?" Teddy asked. "I’ve read the history books on the first Voldemort War. The same thing happened back then."
"Even if this is true," Potter said. "And I’m not saying that I believe you, but if I accept this premise, what do you expect me to do about it?"
Teddy stared. This was the great Harry Potter. The man who had defeated Voldemort once when he was a mere baby and a second time as a teenager. The man who Aunt Hermione and his grandmother talked about with awe in their voices. The man who even the Malfoys respected. "Fix it," he said automatically.
Potter raised an eyebrow. "I may be powerful, Teddy, but even I can’t perform miracles."
"You could try!" Teddy snapped. "You ran away after the war. Before all the years and years of reconstruction. You abandoned your friends."
Potter looked hurt. "I did what was expected of me," he said quietly. "I needed to leave before…"
"Before what?" Teddy demanded.
Potter didn’t reply.
-
After a very awkward and long silence, Teddy decided to leave. He walked slowly back to his hotel. The meeting hadn’t gone to his plan. Although, Teddy had to admit his plan wasn’t particularly well thought out. But he had thought that Potter was enough of a hero to want to jump on the chance to fix things back home.
Obviously not, he thought wryly.
He wondered what he could do now. He could just go back to England. Or anywhere in Europe, really. He didn’t have enough evidence now, but he could come up with it. And once he had the evidence, he could go to the Daily Prophet. Surely Quinn didn’t have complete control of that yet.
It really wasn’t an option though, and Teddy knew it.
-
Teddy found himself following Potter around. He walked back to Potter’s apartment the next morning and had hung around outside until Potter had emerged. Teddy looked at his watch and couldn’t help raising an eyebrow. It was well after mid-day.
Potter didn’t seem to be going to work. He was dressed in very casual looking Muggle clothes and was unshaven. Teddy watched as Potter pushed back his hair. With a shock, he realised that Potter didn’t seem to have a scar any more.
Well, of course, he chastised himself with a mental eye-roll. Doubtless, Potter keeps it hidden with Muggle make-up or something.
The more Teddy watched Potter, the more he noticed that the man seemed to almost disappear into crowds. It was as though Potter was doing his best to be invisible. The man didn’t look unhappy, but he didn’t look happy either. Hermione was right. Potter no longer had the haunted look, but it was replaced by something blank that Teddy didn’t like.
With a shock, Teddy realised that he was feeling something like protectiveness for Potter.
Don’t be ridiculous, he told himself.
-
On the third day, as Potter was going for yet another aimless walk around the lake, he suddenly spun around and glared at Teddy. "Stop following me around," he snapped.
Teddy emerged from behind the bush, feeling rather sheepish. He wished he had a wand so he could have performed a disillusionment spell or something. He hadn’t a clue how Muggles spied on each other without spells. It was incredibly difficult. "Sorry," he muttered.
"You’re not sorry." Potter sounded tired. "You’re really damn stubborn, you know that??"
Teddy shrugged. He wasn’t sure how else to convince Potter. "So will you come back home?"
"England isn’t my home anymore."
"You still have people who care about you there. People who love you."
"People who’d happily throw me on the sacrificial altar to maintain their perfect happy life," Potter countered.
Teddy stared. He hadn’t expected Potter to be like this. From what everybody had always said, Potter had been a selfless boy, always wanting to help others. The man standing in front of him was most definitely not what he had imagined Harry Potter to be. And Potter had definitely not lost the haunted look. It had simply been pushed down by bitterness. "Aunt Hermione wouldn’t do that."
Potter shrugged.
"You’re wrong," Teddy snapped. "There are people back in England who care for you. You’re just being selfish hiding out here!"
Potter reacted as if he had been struck. "What do you know?" he spat and pushed past Teddy and strode away down the pathway.
Teddy stood there, staring after him.
-
Teddy felt like he had managed to achieve something. After a week and a half of following Potter around, the other man had finally invited him back to his house again. Perhaps, Potter was finally softening.
"Here," Potter said and handed him a glass of water.
Teddy accepted it gratefully and suppressed the tiny shiver that went through him when Potter’s fingers brushed his own. During the past week or so, he had found himself watching Potter’s arse as he followed the other man around. It was really very firm, especially for a man of Potter’s age.
"So, have you decided yet?" Teddy said, his voice almost teasing. It had become an almost running joke between the two that every day he would ask Potter and every day Potter would refuse.
In fact, when Teddy had spent one day in his hotel room, not wanting to leave, Potter had come knocking on his door. "I see you’ve given up," Potter had said abruptly.
Teddy had immediately said that he hadn’t given up and was surprised to see a look that seemed like happiness in Potter’s eyes. Since then, Potter had seemed less annoyed by his presence and more amused.
"If I agree," Potter suddenly said in a low tone, "what do I get out of it?"
Teddy stared. This was a bit of a surprise. "You’ll get to see your friends again," he offered.
Potter stood up and pushed his chair back with a scrape. "Not good enough," he said softly. There was a gleam in his eyes that made a shiver slide down Teddy’s back. "What I want is you."
Teddy certainly hadn’t been expecting that. "What?" he burst out.
Potter smiled slowly. "I saw the way you’ve been looking at me. You want it as much as I do."
Teddy could see the bulge in Potter’s pants as he walked towards the sofa. Potter knelt down in front of him. Teddy watched, almost mesmerised, as Potter began to undo the top button on his Muggle-style jeans. "You could stop me at any time," Potter said.
Teddy didn’t move.
-
As Potter’s lips enclosed his cock, Teddy couldn’t help but thinking that this had gone in a rather different direction than what he had expected. Not that he wasn’t enjoying it; he was definitely enjoying it. Potter had obviously been getting a lot of practice down under. He almost choked as he realised what an awful pun that was.
"Fuck, Potter," he gasped out.
Potter’s eyes were bright as he looked up. "Why certainly," he drawled. "Why didn’t you say so earlier?" He reached over Teddy and pulled out a bottle of lube from a box.
Teddy could feel his cock harden even more at the anticipation. Potter was standing up and pulling down his own trousers. Potter’s cock was slightly shorter than his own, but thicker. Before he could stop himself, he leant forward and flicked his tongue over the head.
He was surprised by the intensity of Potter’s moan. Teddy ran his tongue along the base of the cock. He could taste the saltiness of pre-cum in his mouth when Potter stepped backwards. "Not yet," Potter said, his voice a low growl. "Turn around."
Teddy hesitated. He wasn’t used to following orders in bed. In fact, the whole idea of orders in bed had always made him feel incredibly uncomfortable. However, his cock seemed to jump at the idea. Slowly, he stood up, turned around. He could feel Potter behind him. He could feel the thickness of Potter’s cock jutting against his arse. He could feel the heat of Potter’s body.
"Lean forward," Potter said, his breath hot on Teddy’s shoulder.
This time Teddy didn’t hesitate. He had just braced himself on the couch when he felt Potter’s fingers brush up against – oh fuck. It was all Teddy could do to stop himself from writhing and pushing back against those wet fingers. He gasped as those fingers slowly, gently worked themselves inside him.
Potter was fucking good.
By the time Potter seemed ready, Teddy was practically trembling. "Please," he gasped as he felt Potter’s cock. There was a slight twinge of pain as Potter pushed past the ring of muscle but then – fuck, the feeling of Potter’s cock going in and out and the soft, delicious, whimpering noises Potter was making.
As Potter’s rough, slightly calloused fingers encircled his cock; Teddy could feel himself on the verge. He hadn’t wanted to think about it, but he had wanted this for days and it was obvious Potter had as well. He could feel Potter shift slightly and then to Teddy’s surprise Potter’s lips were on his neck, licking and sucking.
That really shouldn’t feel so good, was Teddy’s last thought before he came with a creamy splatter on the couch.
-
Potter wasn’t much of a talker after sex. In fact, by the time Teddy had lifted himself up from where he had collapsed onto the couch, Potter had already walked to the bathroom, cleaned up and come back with a wet rag for Teddy.
"Give me a day," Potter said curtly, as Teddy was running the rag over himself.
Teddy looked up and couldn’t help the smile spreading over his face. "So you’re definitely coming back to England?" he asked, just needing to confirm it.
Potter nodded.
Teddy couldn’t help the huge grin that broke out over his face. "You won’t regret it," he said. As he watched the still naked Potter standing there, his cock hardened further.
Potter titled his head and regarded Teddy through lidded eyes.
"In fact," Teddy said, shivering a little from the heat in the other man’s eyes, "I’ll make sure you don’t regret it." He stood up, feeling a little self-conscious. They both smelled like sex. Teddy normally didn’t do one night stands. Relationships helped avoid all the current awkwardness. Still, he reasoned with himself, Potter wasn’t exactly a stranger.
Potter lifted an eyebrow as Teddy reached out a hand and ran it across the scar on his forehead. The Muggle makeup had rubbed off during sex. "It’s there to stay."
"I like it," Teddy said.
Potter took a step forward and Teddy could see the other man’s cock hardening as well. Before the rational side of his mind could take over, Teddy found himself kneeling in front of Potter. He was going to make damn sure Potter was coming with him back home to England.