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fic, teddy/james jr.

Merry Smtumas, violet_quill!

To: violet_quill
From: anise

Title: Coming Clean
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Teddy/James Jr
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is property of JK Rowling, no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Teddy thinks it's time that James fesses up to his parents, but it might take a bit of persuasion on his part.
Warnings: Porn. Porn. Oh, and porn. And maybe some rimming thrown in as well, just for kicks.
Author's notes: Thanks go out to my gorgeous betas. I love you both. And special thanks to Gina for doing this for us. We adore you dear.

"You need to tell them."

James sat at his desk, scribbling down the last few lines for his History of Magic essay. He didn't quite have the eighteen inches required, but he'd made the words in his last paragraph larger than the rest. He just wanted it done. It was his Christmas break. He should be having fun.

And 'fun' sat right there on his bed, lounging back as if he owned the place, legs splayed out, hands behind his head, looking entirely too sexy. Or at least he would if he'd keep his mouth shut. That always ruined the illusion.

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Yeah, Teddy, I hear you," he said absently, rolling up the parchment and stuffing it in his bag. "You just got here. Don't you think it would be nice if you at least said hello to me properly?"

"Properly? Look, I'm all for sucking you off, but this is important."

"Funny. 's not what I meant and you know it," James said, feeling his face flush and cursing the older boy's ability to embarrass him. Teddy certainly seemed to love seeing him blush.

It had always been like that.

"I know."

James turned at the softer words and gave a reluctant smile. When Teddy motioned him over, he sighed and stood, walking to the bed and sitting down at the foot, not trusting himself to be any closer. His parents were downstairs.

He let his eyes sweep over the other boy, well, man now, taking in the soft worn jeans and button down shirt that seemed to fit him just right even though James doubted he cared. Teddy was terribly indifferent about his clothes and somehow that made him even more attractive. The collar was open just a bit, revealing the dip in his throat, his skin looking soft and smooth under his steady breaths. James let his gaze drift further up and he stopped on those lips, full and soft and… moving…

James tore his eyes away and found Teddy looking at him, amusement dancing in his brown eyes. He flushed again. Damnit.

"You're not listening again."

"No, I wasn't listening this time. I heard everything you said up until then."
Teddy grinned, easy and slow, and sat up carefully before tucking his long legs under him. He crawled forward to the end of the bed, smirking. James stiffened but didn't pull away as Teddy's face drew near, as he felt soft hair brush against his temple.

"Maybe if I'm a bit closer," he whispered, "you'll be able to pay better attention."

James shook his head but didn't move. "Don't… Mum and Dad—" But he trailed off as Teddy's lips brushed against his throat. "Oh—"

"Yes?" Teddy asked, sounding even more amused and cocky and perhaps a bit breathless. "You know, if they were aware that you were seeing me—"

James sighed and pulled away to stand, his trousers feeling too tight and his fingers clenched at his side, inexplicably irritated. "Why are you pushing this? I have four months left of school, for them to be proud of me. Let me have that, and then I swear I'll tell them if you're still so keen on it."

Teddy sat up and looked at him, seemingly shocked at first, and then perhaps angry, if the darkening of his hair was anything to go by. But it melted back into that familiar shade of blue quickly enough and his eyes softened.

"Ah, Jamie," he whispered. He was the only one that got away with calling him that. "You think they'd not still be proud of you? Your parents love you. No matter what. They've always made that clear, haven't they? They won't be angry or disappointed in you. And if they are, they'll have to answer to me. Besides, I'm a damn good catch," he said, his tone lightening.

James smiled slightly and relaxed as he listened to Teddy. He was so sure of himself and James envied that about him. They'd always been friends… well at least when Teddy wasn't teasing him when he was little. And in the last few years… well, he'd started noticing, just how well Teddy filled out his jeans and how nice his smile was and how at ease he was with everything.

When Teddy had kissed him last Christmas, it was a dream come true. The mistletoe might have been an excuse if it hadn't been floating in the far corner of the living room. They had happened to be on the front stoop at the time.

And he thought it'd been a fluke, that maybe Teddy was just having a bit of fun, especially when he ended up in the front bushes, his trousers to his knees and come all over both their hands.

But here they were, a year later, and Teddy still looked at him like he'd like nothing more than to find the nearest bush anytime he was around. It was heady; no one had ever looked at him like that before. And for it to be Teddy…

He knew he was hurting him by not telling his parents, by not allowing Teddy to tell them, but he was scared.

Teddy knelt up and reached for him, tugging him forward. Teddy's lips were warm and soft on his own and his strong hands slid over James' back, pulling him close. One hand slid lower, curving over his arse, pulling their groins together and James made a soft noise in his throat, his own hands fisted into the sides of Teddy's shirt.

"C'mon," Teddy murmured, his tongue tracing the edges of James' lips. "They never come up here. Let me make you feel good."

"Always do," James managed. He never understood how Teddy could still think when they were this close. He sure as hell couldn't.

Teddy's hand cupped him through his trousers and James arched into it, gasping as Teddy expertly stroked him through the thick material of his trousers.

Warm light fell across the bed and Teddy turned them, laying him down across the mattress.

Gentle hands pressed him down against the sheets and deft fingers unbuttoned his flies. He closed his eyes. Teddy was good at this, very good, and James never ever let himself think of just how he'd gotten so good. Or who with.

Slowly, Teddy slipped the front of his y-fronts down, his warm breath gusting over his belly. His cock gave a slow throb in anticipation, and then he was gently being freed and he bit back a groan as Teddy's lips ghosted over the spongy head.

"Ted—" he whispered, prepared to plead, because it'd been months and then Teddy's tongue flicked out, pressing into the slit, licking up the dribbles of precome that welled there. James lifted a hand, letting it fall into thick, dark blue hair, fingers curling through the soft strands as Teddy finally parted his lips and slowly began to take him inside.

Soft, wet, hot moving around him, sucking him in slow and then deeper. Teddy's tongue moved around him, licking, stroking, and he moaned, sending shock waves through James' aching prick.

"Gods," he whispered, feeling his balls tighten against his body. An instant later, Teddy's throat opened and he swallowed around him and James nearly screamed. Gasping, he tightened his grip in Teddy's hair, knowing he was hurting him, but unable to let go as his hips involuntarily thrust forward.

Teddy simply relaxed his throat further and reached beneath him, cupping his arse, his fingers curling into his cleft through his trousers, and urging him upward.

James whimpered, whined, and then gave in, thrusting upward, his heels braced against the bed as he fucked that sweet mouth. "So good, Teddy," he gasped, hips pistoning upward, Teddy's throat stretching just enough to accommodate his girth, hot and living and so fucking brilliant. He spread his thighs wider, straining forward, and… gasping as Teddy pulled off.

"What… what?" he asked stupidly, blinking. His eyes went to the door. Had they locked it? No, it wasn't even closed all the way. He could see light from a window in the hall spilling through the crack and he opened his mouth to tell Teddy only to have Teddy's tongue slide in between his lips.

Teddy stretched out on top of him, catching his wrists and pressing them into the pillows as he settled between his spread thighs, pressing his denim-clad cock down against James' naked groin. James groaned despite himself.

"The door—" he began, before he was cut off by another deep kiss. Teddy's tongue twined with his and he clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white.

"Let me fuck you," Teddy murmured, his tongue tracing along James' lips.

His voice was gravelly and deep, sexy as hell, and James found himself nodding, his entire body already trembling. "The door, close the door," he stammered as Teddy's hands squeezed his wrists and his body pressed down against his. "Teddy…"

"You know, if you'd tell them… I'd not have to lock the door."

"You're not serious," James hissed, making a strangled noise when Teddy lowered his mouth and sucked lightly on his pulse point. "They'd still not want you buggering me!"

Teddy gave a breathless chuckle and shifted his hips, rubbing their groins together, their hard cocks pressing against one another. "Well, it's not like we're in their bed…"

"Don't even suggest it," James said, narrowing his eyes.

Teddy laughed softly and transferred his wrists to one hand, using his other to trace over the muscles of James' arm, down to his armpit, over his ribs. James panted softly, anticipation racing through him, warring with the anxiety over being caught.

"Fine. Another time, perhaps," Teddy said, his eyes sparkling as he licked James' lips. His fingers found their way under James' shirt and he rucked it up, undulating against him as he slowly peeled it off of his stomach and chest, his fingers splayed wide against his belly as he stroked upward.

The shirt got caught round his neck and by the time Teddy got frustrated and jerked it off, James was laughing quietly, wincing as the neck of his shirt jerked at his hair as Teddy wrestled it off.

"So much for being smooth," Teddy said, grinning down at him as he let go of his wrists and tugged the shirt off, throwing it across the room before sliding further down between his thighs. "Leave your hands there," he instructed and James grabbed the headboard to make sure he'd not forget. Teddy's shirt was soft against his skin, the buttons pressing against his chest as he moved across him. Teddy's hair, a vibrant green suddenly, tickled his nose as Teddy kissed his neck, his jaw, his ear.

"I have given up expecting… you to be… smooth," James managed, feeling as if every inch of skin that Teddy touched was on fire. The statement didn't come off as cocky as he intended considering he was stammering and straining up into Teddy's touch as he said it.

"Mmmm, that so?" Teddy asked, moving down further, lips tracing over James' collar bone, down his sternum, over to close around one soft, brown nipple. James gasped, and wrapped one leg around the back of Teddy's thigh, thrusting his naked prick up against Teddy's shirt, knowing he was getting him wet, and not caring. His other leg fell to the side, open, his body blatantly asking for more as he curled his fingers around the headboard.

"Uh huh," he gasped, pressing his chest against Teddy's mouth. Soft, so very soft, and the suction was amazing. He'd never known that this could feel so bloody good. He always thought it was just something that birds like having done to them.

He cut that line of thought off pretty damn quickly.

It didn't matter. Nothing seemed to matter in these moments.

Teddy reached between them, slowly unbuttoning his own shirt, and James raised his head to watch, breathless, as more and more of his flawless, soft skin was revealed. His chest was nice, defined, with smooth lines and soft curves over the hard muscle. James reached down to help push Teddy's shirt down over his shoulder but Teddy growled and pushed his hand back up onto the headboard.

That growl when straight to his balls.

"Well bloody well get on with it then," he whispered, biting his lower lip and watching through heavy lidded eyes.

Teddy sank his teeth into his nipple, making him hiss, and then sat up on his knees, shrugging his shirt off and reaching for the buttons of his denims. He popped the first two, his eyes holding James' before reaching to rub his fingers over James' cock, stroking him almost roughly.

"Roll over," he murmured, tugging at James' trousers and pants, pulling them down over his hips, tossing one trainer to the floor and freeing one leg. He didn't bother with his other trainer or the mass of clothing tangled around his ankle. James complied as Teddy moved to straddle him, rolling onto his belly and glancing at the door. "Lock it, all right?"

Warm calloused hands caressed his back, down over his shoulders, along his spine. He let his eyes close on a groan and laid his head on his arms, humming softly as Teddy rubbed his back. It felt decadent to lie here like this, relaxing against his sheets, the sun warming his back through the window as Teddy slowly stroked his muscles into submission.

Those hands moved down to the small of his back, then lower, kneading his muscles as they moved over the soft curves of his arse. James grinned and shifted, a bit nervous. They'd only done this a few times and although he knew it didn't hurt… it was always uncomfortable at first.

He sighed when Teddy leaned down to kiss his shoulder and back, his lips following the same trail his hands had traveled as he continued to massage his arse cheeks. He felt Teddy shift behind him, sliding in between his thighs again, pressing them apart as he settled against the mattress. James arched his back and canted his hips, prepared for Teddy's fingers to slip into his cleft and pull him gently apart.

He wasn't prepared for warm breath to waft across his arse.

"What are you doing?" he asked, half panicked, trying to roll over at once and suddenly feeling very exposed.

Teddy didn't answer, instead he pressed James' hips into the mattress, gently pinning him, and placed a soft kiss just inside his crevice.

"Teddy," he said, his voice trembling.

"Shhh," Teddy whispered, his breath warm on his tender skin. "Let me."

A fine tremor ran through James' body at the sound of Teddy's voice. Everything in him screamed out that this was entirely wrong, that he should stop him. His face and chest flushed with embarrassment as Teddy pressed his face in between his cheeks, smelling him. James groaned and tried to melt into the mattress and disappear.

But a heartbeat later, Teddy's tongue pressed forward, tracing around his opening, and James sucked in a deep breath and froze. Warm, wet, so very soft, oh… oh…

"Oh God," James rasped into his arms, a bead of sweat running down his temple. He was trembling. And while his mind was part revolted that Teddy's tongue was in his arse, his cock seemed extremely interested in the proceedings and his thighs spread wider of their own accord. God, how fucking mortifying. But he couldn't seem to control these responses and Teddy slid his tongue in deeper, his mouth open wide against his hole and James made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sob.

Nothing should feel this bloody good.

His cock ached and he was torn between rutting against the sheets and pressing back against that tongue that steadily wormed deeper inside of his spit-slicked opening. His hips seemed to make the choice for him as his thighs spread wider and his hips lifted, canted upward, arse spread and sticking up in the air, his body precariously propped on his knees and chest. He pressed against Teddy's face, fists clenching in the bedclothes, as Teddy's lips sucked at his pucker and Teddy's chin pressed against his balls, a hard counterpoint to the tender intrusion inside.

James' mouth felt dry from panting, and his thighs trembled as Teddy fucked him with his tongue, slicking up into him, opening him, filling him. His arsehole felt swollen, hyper-sensitive, and his insides seemed to throb, closing around Teddy's tongue again and again, sucking on it, pulling it in deeper. His prick was painfully hard and the bed was moving back and forth and it took a moment to realize that it was from Teddy, from him shoving his own hips down against the mattress as he ate him out. The soft motion made James' cock bob against his belly, leaving a shining string of precome on his skin, down to the sheets as his prick continued to leak.

Saliva dripped down his crack, over his balls, making him wet. Teddy's breath made him shiver and the slight stubble on his face seem to abrade the baby soft flesh inside his cheeks, making the skin feel sore and prickly. He'd be feeling that for days.

They worked into a slow rhythm, almost as if they were fucking, moving back and forth, that wicked tongue sluicing up into him with every forward thrust. Lewd, wet, squelching noises came from his arse and the sound made his skin burn redder. He was shaking so fucking hard, and on edge and unable to fall. Teddy's fingers moved over his balls, rubbing the saliva against the skin and hair, cupping and rolling them in his palm.

But he didn't move to touch his cock.

"Please," James gasped, face flaming, near constant dry sobs coming from his chest. "Fuck me. Oh, Teddy, please, please, please."

He'd never begged for anything before. But his cock was near bursting and his arsehole ached, wanting, and Teddy's tongue wasn't big enough, couldn't get deep enough and he needed more.

Teddy's mouth tore away from him, too fast, and he pressed his forehead against his fists and tried not to moan. It took only seconds, but it felt like a lifetime, held suspended like this, his hole so fucking empty, before Teddy's fingers burrowed their way inside.

He wasn't as gentle as he had been in times past, and James could feel his hands trembling as he squirted lube over his hole and then pressed two fingers inside. It was a shock, feeling something so hard there now, but James didn't care. It hurt, not bad though, and he ignored the pain and pushed back against him.

"Now," he said, breathless, demanding, not at all as he usually was when it came to fucking.

"You're not—"

"I am, fuck me."

Teddy obeyed, his fingers slipping free with a wet, sucking sound.

He lined himself up and James closed his eyes, willing himself to relax as the thick fleshy head of Teddy's prick slowly started to stretch that first tight ring of muscle. He felt himself pulled taut, burning, as Teddy slowly fucked into him. Slowly, he sheathed himself, James' insides reluctantly giving way to the intrusion.

The entrenchment wasn't exactly easy, but this time his cock didn't soften one bit, the pain adding a bit to his arousal, although James refused to contemplate just why that was.

Minutes later, they lay panting, sweaty, thrumming with arousal as Teddy's cock throbbed deep inside of him, Teddy's denims pressing against his skin.

"Ted—"

"Hush. I'm getting there."

He was at least glad that Teddy's voice didn't sound very steady either.

The world moved as Teddy rolled them to the side, lifting James' thigh and hooking it over his knee before spreading both their legs wide as Teddy propped his top foot on the bed for better leverage.

"Put your arms up around my neck," Teddy instructed gruffly, his voice rasping in his ear as he shifted forward, his cock settling deeper inside. James obeyed.

"Good boy."

"Oh, fuck you," James hissed, blushing violently at the lewd praise. But he couldn't help moaning as Teddy's fingers played over his nipple, feeling so incredibly open and exposed like this. His cock twitched against his belly.

"No, love, fuck you," Teddy said, amusement evident in his voice. "And you might want to be a bit quieter."

"'m not being loud," James hissed as Teddy started slowly rolling his hips in tight little circles.

Teddy's face was right next to his and he clasped his hands behind Teddy's neck and didn't really pay any attention when Teddy's fingers left his nipple, too focused on the hard prick in his arse.

But he did see Teddy's wand come up and point toward the door and he relaxed at first but then gasped as instead of closing tight and locking, the door to his room swung slowly open.

"Jesus, Teddy," James said, as loud as he dared, struggling when Teddy reached up and grabbed his wrists.

"Don't you dare move," Teddy whispered against his ear and he pulled back and thrust in deep. "Just hold still and let me fuck you. You know you want to."

James forgot to struggle.

His heart was pounding in his chest, feeling as if it would burst free, and his skin was hot enough that he was sure it was burning Teddy to touch him. The door was wide open and he could hear noises from downstairs and oh god how he must look… spread open, his chest exposed, legs parted wide, his trousers tangled around his ankle, his hard cock bobbing against his belly as Teddy fucked him, as Teddy tugged at his nipples, making them harder, twisting them. Teddy chuckled and sucked at his throat as he thrust in deep again, hard solid thrusts, hard enough to make the mattress springs squeak.

He made a noise and Teddy shushed him again, nipping at his earlobe.

"Don't want them to hear, do you?" Teddy asked quietly, breath warm against his ear. James could hear the evil smile in his voice and he couldn't do anything but shake his head, trying to stay quiet, his eyes riveted to the door.

Holy fuck his parents would kill them both if they caught them. What the hell was Teddy thinking?

What the hell was he thinking for allowing it?

But he couldn't argue, couldn't stop, because his cock was harder than ever, pulsing, precome dripping down his shaft. Christ, it was the hottest thing he'd ever done and he bit his lip as Teddy squeezed his nipples tighter and angled just right, slamming his prick against that spot inside that made him keen.

A hand closed over his mouth and he nearly bit him, gasping, shaking so fucking hard as the headboard banged against the wall once, twice, before he had enough sense to reach up and brace his hand against the wall. Teddy fucked him harder, groaning softly, and James didn't even know it was possible to come without touching your cock but he was so fucking close, on the edge, almost, almost, give it, yes, yes, yes…

"Boys! Dinner's almost ready!" his mum's voice called from the foot of the stairs and James closed his eyes tight and exploded, holding his legs wide open, feeling every frenzied thrust as his arse clenched and convulsed, as Teddy's fingers squeezed tighter on his nipples. His cock spurted thick ropey strands of spunk up over his belly, all the way up to his chest, and he arched his back, riding it out, his hips pistoning just as hard as Teddy's.

Then Teddy was holding him tight, fingers clenching into his chest as he shoved in almost painfully deep. James groaned again, feeling another spasm wrought from him as Teddy's cock jerked inside his arsehole, filling him, warm come coating his insides and with a few more soft thrusts, sluggishly begin to dribble out of his abused hole.

He collapsed against the pillows, held tight in Teddy's arms, and tried to calm himself down. Sweaty and hot and covered in come, he needed to get it together and get them cleaned up. Fast.

The door swinging slowly shut made him open his eyes and Teddy was laying his wand down and carefully pulling out. His insides felt as if they were following along behind his prick for a moment before everything seemed to settle.

He'd be sore as hell for a while after that.

"You all right?" Teddy asked quietly, casting a few cleaning charms on them both.

"I'll fucking tell them today," James said gruffly, wriggling back against him for a moment and closing his eyes again.

"Seriously?" Teddy stilled behind him and James cracked an eye open to look at him, surprised at the sudden uncertainty he heard in his voice.

"You… I thought you wanted me to!"

"I do!" Teddy ran a hand through his suddenly brown hair. That wasn't good. "I just… I know they'll take it all right, I know that. I'm just a bit… nervous as to how they'll look at… well, me. They'll always love you, James. No matter what."

James turned in Teddy's arms and smoothed his damp hair from his brow. "Ted… they'll always love you too. You know that, right?" But it was apparent from the way Teddy looked at him that he didn't. James hugged him tight and pulled back to kiss him softly. "You're family as much as I am. I swear. You trust me, don't you?"

"Yeah," Teddy said. He wouldn't look him in the eye but he sounded like he meant it. And his hair had lightened a bit, so that was a good sign.

"Then stop being a girl and let's get dressed before she calls us again, or worse, comes to find us."

"Girl? I'm not the one that just got buggered within an inch of my life."

"Piss off. I'll make sure you get yours tonight."

"Promises, promises."

James grinned and rolled away, twisting his trousers from round his ankle and pulling them back up. He found his shirt across the room and managed to get it on right-side out on the second try.

When he turned round, Teddy was dressed and standing by the door, looking like his old cocky self again. But James could see a bit of apprehension in those dark eyes, even if no one else could.

"It'll be all right." He stepped in and kissed him soundly on the lips, straightening his collar as he did so.

"I'm supposed to be saying that," Teddy said wryly.

"So say it."

"It'll be all right," he repeated, and curled his fingers into James' hair and pressed their lips together again. They parted slowly and Teddy touched his cheek before opening the door for them.

"So… I'm just as much family as you are?"

"Course you are, Ted."

"Then doesn't that make this a bit incestuous?" he asked, his eyes glittering with mischief.

"I'm not into incest, sorry," James said dryly, poking him in the side. "Let's go downstairs."

"All right. And maybe you're not," Teddy said, grinning widely. "But you did just come really fucking hard to—"

"Don't fucking say it," James said, drawing his wand.

"—the sound of your mum's voice," he finished triumphantly before bolting out the door.

"Prat!"

One thing was for sure. Teddy was always good at keeping him from being nervous, even if his methods weren't exactly conventional.

James' hex barely missed him and he cursed, running after him, following his laughter down the stairs, and of course, forgetting to be nervous.