Summersmut Mod (summersmutmod) wrote in hp_summersmut, @ 2009-08-24 00:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009, fic |
[FIC] Our Tree :: Albus/Scorpius | gift for the community
Title: Our Tree
Author:
Recipient: Gift to the community!
Pairing: Albus/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1865
Warnings: not really, boysex, some dirty talk
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Every couple has a place that's just theirs.
Author's Notes: Your browser may not support display of this image. nicky2007, thank you for giving the chance to play this pairing. I hope I managed a couple of your kinks and you like the result. And, as always, major thanks to my amazing beta, M. Couldn't do it without you! And major appreciation to our great mod for all her patience.
As if he could feel Scorpius' gaze on him, Albus slowly turned and glanced over. He watched as Scorpius stalked across the Hogwarts grounds towards him. Watching his boyfriend, an involuntarily shiver went through Albus. The fluid way Scorpius was walking was almost …predatory.
"Knew I'd find you here," Scorpius said, standing in front of Albus, hands on hips.
Albus looked up. "Did you now?"
"Of course. This is where you always come to brood," Scorpius declared, indicating the tree Albus was currently reclining against.
Albus frowned. "I'm not brooding."
"Sure you're not. Or if you're not, you're mad at me. So which is it?"
Getting to his feet, Albus leaned back against the tree once more. Directing an annoyed glare at Scorpius, he said, "You know, contrary to your popular opinion, not everything revolves around you. I'm not the drama queen in this relationship, you've got that cornered. I am not brooding and I'm not mad at you. Maybe I just wanted to be myself and think."
Scorpius had the grace to look abashed as he gazed down at his feet. He rubbed the toe of his shoe in the dirt for a minute before looking back up at Albus. "Okay, I'm sorry," he muttered. He cocked his head to the side, eyebrow raised. "What were you thinking about?"
"Hmmm…lots of things. About how this is our last year here, what we're going to do after school ends. You know, mature adult shit." Albus sighed as he looked up at the branches above him. "And I just wanted to be here, by our tree."
"What is it with you and this tree anyway? It's just a tree," Scorpius insisted.
"Yes, but it's our tree. Our spot. This is were we first became friends, where I first came out to you, where you first kissed me-"
"Where I first blew you," Scorpius added with a smirk.
Albus grinned. "That, too. So you see why I'm particularly fond of this tree."
Scorpius rolled his eyes. "I swear, if you bloody carved our initials in this tree, I will kick your arse."
Albus made a face. "I am not my sister, thank you. And you won't kick my arse. There's much nicer things you like to do to it," he said knowingly.
"Think you're clever, do you?" Scorpius said, narrowing his eyes.
"When it comes to you, abso-fucking-lutely," Albus declared.
The next thing Albus knew, he found himself pushed against the tree, a hot mouth pressed desperately against his, plundering without any restraint. Little stars exploded behind his eyelids in a burst of white light.
He let himself enjoy the kiss for a moment before gently pushing back. "What did I do to deserve that?" he gasped.
Scorpius twined his arms around Albus' neck, playing with the baby-fine hairs before smoothing his hands down Albus' back. Albus let out a low moan as those hands squeezed his arse. "Contrary to your popular opinion, not everything is about you," Scorpius said, echoing Albus' earlier words before pressing their lips together again.
Letting out another moan, Albus opened his mouth to take the kiss deeper, his tongue tangling with Scorpius'. A tiny, niggling-and at the moment, very unwelcome-voice in Albus' brain told him the very public grounds where anyone could walk by was probably not the best place for this. But the taste and feel of Scorpius' kisses were, as always, enough to tell anyone that did to bugger off or sit and enjoy the show.
Their lips finally separating with a loud smack, Albus said huskily, "You are such a child, you know that?"
The corners of Scorpius' mouth turned up as he snickered. "And would a child do this?" he asked, thrusting up against Albus' erection.
Albus let out a low growl. "Nobody had better be doing that."
He felt a hand trail down his body, fingers branding him with their heat even through his clothes. "I think I like this possessive side of you," Scorpius drawled.
Albus brought his mouth to Scorpius' in a hard, deep kiss. He let out a groan as Scorpius broke the kiss and his mouth latched onto that sensitive spot behind Albus' ear. Scorpius had successfully parted Albus' robes and unbuttoned his shirt and had pushed it aside, running his fingers across his chest, occasionally flicking his nipples. Albus cried out as a sudden wave of pleasure washed over him as Scorpius moved his hand southward. He felt his cock jump and realized that his trousers were much too tight to stay on for much longer.
"You're so fucking beautiful," Scorpius breathed in Albus' ear. He licked Albus' earlobe, making Albus' knees go rubbery. Albus cried out again as Scorpius' nimble fingers flicked open the trousers' button and slid inside to curl around the hot, hard heat of his erection. The fingers pumped him a few times and then squeezed.
Letting out a rather girlish-sounding yelp, Albus caught Scorpius' wrist with his hand. "Scorpius, we can't-"
Scorpius wrenched out of Albus' grasp. He grabbed Albus' hands, pinning them above his head. Holding both wrists with one hand, Scorpius threaded the fingers of his free hand through Albus' hair. He purred wickedly, "Oh, we can. And we're going to."
"But someone could…" Albus broke off his protest with a groan as Scorpius ground their erections together again.
"Then someone will just have to watch," Scorpius said, voice low and husky. "Here's another first for this tree; the first time I fuck you against it."
Albus watched, hypnotized, as Scorpius dropped to his knees, his face leaning into Albus' loosened clothing, his warm breath against his erection. He felt Scorpius open his mouth, his teeth gnawing gently on the bulge beneath the cloth and couldn’t stifle the moan that escaped his throat.
Scorpius looked up at him, desire and daring in his pale eyes. His hands tugged Albus' pants down, making Albus gasp as his cock sprang free. Scorpius wrapped his fingers around the base before lowering his mouth, slipping his tongue out to lap up the length of the hot shaft before taking Albus fully within his mouth. Scorpius sucked hard, moving his hand in time with his mouth, letting Albus' cock touch the back of his throat.
Albus' moans grew louder, taking on a more desperate quality, until finally, with a howl, he came hard in Scorpius' mouth. Scorpius made a pleased sound in the back of throat as he swallowed all that Albus offered, and then stood.
Albus tugged Scorpius to him and crashed their mouths together, breathing in Scorpius' groan and reveling in the taste of himself on Scorpius' tongue as his own swirled around it. He tugged at Scorpius' robes and grabbed his shirt, pulling it out of his trousers until he had warm, slightly sweaty skin under his fingers.
"Your turn?" he asked breathlessly against Scorpius' mouth.
Scorpius trailed his lips across Albus' jaw until Albus once again felt that hot breath tickling his ear. "Oh, yes. But remember, I'm going to fuck you." At the strangled sound his words produced, Scorpius continued, "Fuck you right against this tree you're so fond of. Want me to fuck you so good, make you come so hard…"
Scorpius swiftly dropped to his knees again. His tongue found Albus' balls, making them tighten at his insistent touch. Desperate moans fell one after another off Albus' lips as Scorpius sucked on his balls before licking his way further until his mouth was pressed against Albus' opening. As Scorpius began pushing his way inside, Albus was beyond coherent thought. And then Scorpius found the small gland that he had been looking for and caressed it with his tongue, over and over.
As Scorpius drove him closer and closer to the brink, Albus let out a choked groan as that marvelous tongue left him. Scorpius stood up then, and Albus reached to help as Scorpius' hands tore at his trousers. Their fingers knotted together in their haste to undo the buttons, but finally they managed to get it open. Albus slid his hand in, stroking Scorpius' cock as he pushed Scorpius' trousers and pants down.
"Please, Scorpius…need you…fuck me, please," Albus begged. He pulled Scorpius' mouth down to his.
Strong arms lifted him up, bracing him against the tree as warm hands held onto his arse. Albus wrapped his long legs tightly around Scorpius' slender hips. He bit his lip, letting out a soft sound as he rode out the initial burn of Scorpius sliding slowly into him.
"Fuck..." Albus, impaled on his lover's painfully throbbing cock, buried his head in the crook of Scorpius' shoulder and neck.
"That's the idea!" Scorpius let out a huff of laughter.
Hips danced in a slow, sensual rhythm, deep, strong stokes. Hands seeming to know how to tease, touch. Mouths caressing mouths, hair, skin. Their movements became harder, surer, the grip of their fingers becoming stronger.
Albus bit his lip, almost drawing blood in his efforts to keep quiet. The roughness of the tree against his back coupled with the roughness of Scorpius' thrusts were becoming more than he could stand. He wanted to come, needed to come, now. "Fuck…Scorpius…please, touch me!" he pleaded.
Scorpius shook his head. "No."
"Please! Need it…" Albus begged, the desperation in him becoming unbearable.
"No," Scorpius growled, never slowing his relentless pounding. "You're going to come just like this."
"Fuck…I can't!" Albus whined.
"Yes, you can. You're so hot like this. Practically gagging for it. Knowing anyone could be watching or walk by."
Scorpius' words spurred Albus over the edge into bliss. And finally, as the wet warmth spread between their bellies, Albus felt Scorpius reach his own release with a long, low groan, warm seed spilling into his arse.
They stood there, harsh pants flowing over each other's shoulders while small quivers still shook their bodies. Mouths met again, capturing the moans of pleasure still falling from their lips.
With a contented sigh, Albus leaned forward, their foreheads touching. Albus allowed himself to luxuriate in the post-coital closeness before practicality raced to the forefront. With a less-contented sigh, he made a face as Scorpius pulled out and released his legs. Albus pulled out his wand and muttered a few cleaning charms while they righted their clothing.
Albus shook his head as he surveyed the shredded remains of the back of his robes. "I think you owe me some new robes," he muttered to Scorpius.
Scorpius just smirked. "I'll get you some for Christmas."
Scorpius turned, ready to head back to the castle, when Albus grabbed his hand. "Wait, I just thought of another first we can associate with our tree." At the questioning look he got, he stepped up to Scorpius. With his free hand, he cupped Scorpius' cheek, brushing his thumb over the soft lips. "This is the place where I first said I love you," he whispered.
Scorpius' grey eyes widened, and inwardly Albus cringed. Fuck, too much…
Then Scorpius' expression softened, the corners of his mouth tipping upwards. "I like that one."
Threading his fingers through Scorpius', Albus lifted his hand, brushing his lips along Scorpius' fingers. Hand in hand, they headed back to the castle.