RP: Haven't you heard the latest? - Part 1 Date: 20th January, 2006 Characters: Stephen Cornfoot, Adrian Pucey Location: Hogwarts Private/Public: Private Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Summary: Adrian wonders if Stephen's heard the latest about Terry.
Adrian woke up early on Sunday and he grinned as he noticed Stephen was asleep, completely wrapped around him as normal despite the fact that both of them radiated heat in their sleep. Slowly untangling himself from his husband and replacing himself with a pillow, he cast a Silencing spell on himself as he walked through to the living room, calling Floot as soon as the door was shut. The elf said that there was still no news on the present front and that he'd been unable to find out anything from Stephen or Stephen's elves. With an exasperated sigh, Adrian waved him away and told him to get breakfast, not sure what to make of the news. He hated surprises, or he did when he didn't already know what they were. Being told no was also something he didn't really appreciate either, especially when it was to do with his birthday.
Taking the breakfast off of Floot when he came back, he took the spell off of himself and climbed onto the bed with the tray of food, ruffling Stephen's hair affectionately. "Wake up, sleepyhead. I've got breakfast."
Stephen smiled before he opened his eyes. He reached over, trying an arm around Adrian, or as much as he could considering their positions. "Why is there food on the bed? How am I supposed to pull you on top of me and convince you to fuck me when you can't even more?"
He opened his eyes, grinning at Adrian. "You want me to sit up, don't you? You're an evil man, making me get up." He tossed the pillow to the other side, and sat up. He leaned over and kissed Adrian's jaw. "Not hungry yet," he said still sleepy, and rested his head on Adrian's shoulder.
"Why are you up? What's wrong? If you have to share bad news, might as well get it over." If Adrian woke him up to tell him that he was working, Stephen might have to kill him and Weasley too. On the other hand, if that wasn't the case, then something else was wrong, and Stephen was ready for anything worse."
Adrian laughed when he tried to pull him closer, using magic to make the tray levitate so he could do. "There's food because it's morning, I'm hungry, and you're impatient. However, I have nothing planned for today so as long as you're up for it, we can fuck as much as you want."
He nodded when Stephen asked if he wanted him to sit up, taking his coffee off of the tray and taking a long sip of it. "I'm incredibly evil, in fact Dark Lord evil, and you love me anyway," he said, smiling when Stephen kissed his jaw, moving his coffee into his other hand so he could run his fingers through Stephen's hair when he rested his head against his shoulder.
"I just woke up early, nothing's wrong," he said, rolling his eyes and turning his head to kiss Stephen's hair. "You're more paranoid than me. You do realise this, don't you?"
"I'm not impatient, I was perfectly happy sleeping, and I get up, shower, get dress and walked down for breakfast. I don't need food the moment I open my eyes." He wasn't sure he could eat immediately.
"You're too lazy to be a Dark Lord. You'd forget all about the battles and go shopping," he said with a grin. "Unless you plan to declare war on bad fashion."
He raised his head so he could look at Adrian. "I'm not paranoid. Paranoia is an extreme, irrational distrust of others, often based on delusions. I'm not irrational, I'm just drawing a conclusion from past experience. You don't get up in the morning unless there is a reason. Are you sure everything is all right?"
"I mean you're impatient to fuck," he replied, picking up a sausage bap and biting into it. "And I've been up for about thirty minutes so I can eat just fine. Don't worry, I'll put a warming charm on yours. You can go back to sleep if you want."
He laughed properly at that, putting down his sandwich. "I'm far too lazy. All battles would have to be held after noon and only if I hadn't got something more pressing to do- Like shopping," he agreed. "If I was going to do that, I'd start with the lime green robes of Mediwitches. Retina-scorching comes to mind."
Adrian raised an eyebrow, taking another sip of coffee. "You can't eat straight away but you can be logical?" he questioned. "Baby, everything's fine. I have the day off and- Fine. What have you done to Floot? He won't tell me what you're planning for my birthday and it's driving me insane."
"I'm not impatient. I just don't like that bullshit Slytherins are so fond of." Stephen smiled. "I'm not worrying about the food, and you're a bastard, because you know I can't go back to sleep now that you've woken me up."
"Yes, let's have Versace uniforms for all the Mediwitches, possibly red, so it won't clash with any blood they get on their clothes, something dark and rich, not Gryffindor red. How's that?" he asked.
He straightened up when he heard the reason. "You're mad, that's what you are. I can't believe you're getting up on a Sunday morning to find your gifts. You're worse than a child. I haven't done anything to Floot, because I haven't told him anything. I didn't want him to be in the position where he had to betray me or lie to you. He would have been devastated, and I wouldn't do that to him. Good thing, I expected you to act like an immature kid about this. You can wait another ten days, and if you can't, I can give them to you now, so you'll stop wondering and spying. How's that? Although I got to tell you that I can't afford to buy you the world."
"Are you saying I bullshit? I so don't if it's a choice between sex and bullshitting," Adrian pointed out, sort of telling the truth. He wouldn't admit that he liked bickering with Stephen; that would just be embarrassing. "I didn't think- I just thought you'd appreciate breakfast in bed. I got all of your favourite things too."
He grinned. "I wish. I wouldn't be so phobic about going to the Shack if that was the case."
Adrian had the grace to look somewhat embarrassed although he did pick up his sandwich again, looking interested in that so he wouldn't have to look at Stephen. "I... I always find out surprises, okay? Always. And you- God, you're the most frustrating person ever," he replied, smiling.
"I- You'll give them to me now? No," He put his sandwich down and straddled Stephen. "I want them on my birthday... And I don't need the world so it doesn't matter that you can't afford it."
"Yes, I am, and I didn't say that it was a choice between sex and bullshitting. The bullshitting is part of who you are, it's included in the sex and in everything else you do." He kissed Adrian, and smiled. "I'm not upset that you woke me up. Stop worrying, okay?"
Stephen watched Adrian's reaction, and he wasn't sure if he was amused or annoyed. Probably both, since it always worked like that with Adrian.
He put his hands on Adrian's hips, looking up at him. "So, let's put this in prospective. You don't want them now, even though I offered. You really want them on your birthday. They are somewhat irrelevant, because if we're talking about things you need, then you need pretty much nothing, and yet you're getting up early and questioning house elves to find out. You're so fucked up, baby," he said chuckling, "and I love you."
He frowned at Stephen, about to speak when Stephen kissed him. "I'm not as bad as I was," he retorted. "At least I tell you things now... And worrying? I'm not worried, you always get up reasonably early even on a Sunday. It's still eight thirty."
Adrian grinned down at him and nodded. "Exactly and I'm not fucked up, it's all very logical. I don't like surprises but I don't want my presents early or for you to tell me what they are because I still have nine days to find out," He paused. "I also don't want the world for my birthday so whether it's a case of need or want, it still doesn't matter if you can't afford it."
He leaned down to kiss him. "Now good morning, baby."
Stephen laughed. "Of course you are. You just don't do it with me.
He ran his hand over Adrian's back, pulling him close, and he wondered if this ever stopped, this desire to be close and to touch. "You are fucked up, and I love you this way, and I'll play this game of yours, but you won't find out, and you can't harass Floot or I'll be pissed off and you'll end up spending your birthday with your presents."
He kissed back, nipping on Adrian's lip. One hand settled on Adrian's lower back and pulled him closer, raising his hips to meet Adrian. "It's a very good morning."
"I'm sure I should probably be offended by that," he replied, smiling. "Prick."
He let Stephen pull him closer, looking at him and trying to spot any loopholes. He supposed his version of harassed could be very different to Stephen's but that was about it. He had no desire to be alone on his birthday. "Okay, no harassing the house elf. I'll behave myself, I promise."
He groaned low in his throat when Stephen pushed them closer together, cock stirring at the friction and the fact that Stephen's hands and lips felt so good on his skin. "Definitely," he agreed between kisses, ignoring his breakfast for Stephen as he rolled his hips down. "Very, very good."
"Yes, you should offended that I made it past your walls. It's unheard of. How dare I love you for who you are?" He said with a smile.
"Good, because he doesn't know anything and it'll stay that way. Pipsy has orders not to say anything, and Floot is smart enough that he's not asking. I'm sorry, but even the elves are conspiring against you." He kissed Adrian's chest. "See, it pays to be nice to them."
Stephen kicked the sheets completely off so he could spread his legs more while he rocked against Adrian. "You were supposed to eat. I can be nice and let you if you like," he said as his fingers slid down Adrian's arse, dipping into the crack. "Or we can move to my idea."
"God, you are so frustrating," he replied, leaning in to kiss Stephen once more, big smile on his face. "You were supposed to tell me to fuck off, not to come around to my house or befriend my house elf. It's all your fault."
Adrian glared at him. "I am nice to them," he replied. "And I will find out. I have lots of other batshit insane elves at home who don't like you because you're nice to them."
He looked down at Stephen and smoothed his fingers through his hair as he rocked back against Stephen, not able to stop the small moan as Stephen's fingers dipped lower. "No, don't be nice. I like your idea more than food right now."
"You've said that already, and your logic isn't my logic, which you know it's real logic as opposed to yours." He laughed as they talked, because this was ridiculous and lovely at the same time. "I told you to fuck off once, I like it this way better, and Floot is funny when you aren't around."
Stephen raised his eyebrows. "You, nice? You're deluding yourself, and you won't find out. You insane elves are inside and don't know shit, and one day I'll change their minds too."
He canted his hips, and he wouldn't be able to stop if they killed him. This was insane and childish, like teenagers too eager to go for finesse, except they had stopped being teenagers years ago. "Then you can be nice, and do what I ask, because I'd really love for you to put your dick inside me."
"You're making no sense, you never have," Adrian retorted, kissing the tip of his nose. "You did tell me to fuck off but you also came to my sick bed and kissed me and he's an elf. He isn't funny."
He snorted because all of this was completely ridiculous and any normal couple wouldn't find it fun to bicker like this. "I am nice, I let you get him a Christmas present. See, I'm practically an angel. I can't imagine why he wouldn't want to do my dirty work for me."
Adrian laughed into their next kiss, reaching for his wand and casting a spell before pressing his dick against Stephen's entrance. "See?" he asked as he pressed inside, sliding in in one, long thrust. "I'm the nicest person ever."
"I make complete sense. You don't pay attention," Stephen answered. "I came to yell at you; I came to tell you how selfish and stupid way you were acting, but then you were sick, and I couldn't. I wanted to make you better instantly."
Stephen grinned. "He's funny; he's not fun when you're around, because he thinks you'll punish him or some shit like that. Maybe you can buy him a birthday present and see if he's nice to you... wait when is his birthday? You should get him something. Seriously."
He moved when Adrian got the wand, lying down, and then Adrian was right there, pressing inside and everything was wonderful. "Very nice... you feel good."
"I can't be blamed for that. I was high on potions," he replied with a grin. "And I do pay attention. When do I ever neglect you?"
He looked at Stephen, eyebrow raised. "Do you think we can maybe not mention him whilst we're fucking? I have no idea when his birthday is. It'll be in the family records somewhere now."
Adrian looked skeptical at that, pulling out slowly to push in again, harder. "Only good?" he asked, hips falling into a rhythm as he thrust into Stephen. "Touch yourself, baby."
Stephen really didn't want to bring up the past with the discussions about Sophia and the mission that got too dangerous and resulted in injuries. It was all in the past and he never want to relive them. "You spoil me rotten all the times."
He smiled. "I'm not talking about anyone but us." He stored the information away, although he didn't really think he'd need family records. He could just ask Floot about his birthday. It was easier.
Stephen moaned as Adrian drove inside him. "Just starting... if I say great, you can complacent," he said, although the words came out with difficulty. His smile turned into a leer at the request. "Yeah? You want to see how much you affect me, is that it?" he asked while his hand settled on his own chest, playing with a nipple, before sliding down stopping on his stopping, and he knew he was torturing both of them, but it was worth it. "I haven't even touched myself, and I'm so hard already. This is what you do to me, this is how much I want to be fucked by you." His fingers curled around his cock and began to stroke himself. "I want you all the times."
"I never get complacent when I'm fucking you," Adrian replied, dipping his head to kiss Stephen's neck and up to his ear, tugging on the lobe gently with his teeth. He sensed that Stephen didn't really agree with his answer about not neglecting him but now wasn't the time to dwell on that. "You turn me on far too much for me to ever think of getting complacent."
He lifted up a little when Stephen's hand moved, eyes tracking its progress and his breathing a little heavy. "Quit teasing and show me," he murmured when it stopped on his stomach, lifting his eyes to Stephen's. "Please."
When his hand curled around his cock, Adrian braced himself on one arm and slid a hand down to wrap around Stephen's, feeling his fingers tighten and loosen over his own dick. "Tell me what you want, Stephen, how you want to come. I'll do whatever you want, baby."
It was true. Nothing was ever the same, and each time was always slightly better, and it shouldn't be, because people always complained that sex got boring with time, but they were all wrong.
"Jesus." One please from Adrian and he was rock hard and ready to go off, and even while he was bottoming, he couldn't stop from feeling this possessive streak that was irrational, but existed nonetheless.
He cupped the back of Adrian's head, keeping him close and kissing him. "Just this... don't need anything but you; I'm so hard already, for you." He tightened around Adrian as he pushed back in, making it almost painful. "That's it, baby. That's all I need."
"Not quite Jesus," Adrian replied and he was grinning for no reason except for that this felt so fucking good and he really was never, ever going to give Stephen up. Ever.
Adrian didn't even question it, kissing Stephen back and nipping his bottom lip, moaning into the kiss as Stephen tightened around him. "Fuck," he muttered, not able to keep his self-control when he was so close and Stephen was flexing around him.
His climax rushed over him like a tidal wave and he couldn't do anything more than ride it, pushing into Stephen and over until he was completely spent.
Stephen forgot all about getting off for a moment, amused and very smug about the effect he had on Adrian. At another time, he'd have point out that even at seventeen he lasted long then this, but their hands were still on his dick and he knew better than to annoy Adrian right now.
He shifted so that Adrian could rest on the mattress, and kissed him again and again, while he moved their joined hands over his erection. It was languid and slow, too immerse in Adrian at the moment.
"I love watching you like this, knowing that it's because of me." He pressed his lips against Adrian's pulse point, kissing him, nuzzling his neck, and he could stay like this forever, but his body had different thoughts on the matter.
The movements got quicker, twisting his hand just there. He knew what he liked, but it felt even better with Adrian's fingers right there, and the kissing... he'd never get enough of Adrian's lips. Stephen rested his forehead against Adrian's, lips parted and gasping for breath as he got closer, coming all over their hands.
Adrian caught the amused look on Stephen's face and was glad when he didn't pursue it, pretty sure he'd withhold helping Stephen out if he insisted on pushing the subject.
"All because of you," Adrian murmured lazily, hand moving with Stephen's, gaze flicking from his face to his cock. Although he was completely sacked out and still on a high, he couldn't get enough of doing this to Stephen, for Stephen. "So fucking beautiful like this, baby."
He bared his neck more when Stephen nuzzled at it, humming his approval and only moving his head when Stephen kissed him, kissing back until their lips were swollen.
"Come on, know you're close," he murmured, looking into Stephen's eyes when he rested their foreheads together. When he felt liquid warmth against his hand, he grinned. "God, I love you."
Stephen wasn't really paying attention, not when his blood was pooling in your cock and he could hear his heart throb in his ears, and nothing mattered until he was coming.
He smiled, still pressed against Adrian. "I love you too... even if you wake me up because of your gifts." He kissed Adrian and pulled back so he could look at him. "You can always wake me up, you know that, right? I always want to spend time with you." It was especially true before work, needing that connection before they went on to do their jobs. "I messed up your breakfast, though. Sorry."
"I know I can, I don't get the chance to that often though. Somebody always get up before me," he teased, smiling. "I always want to spend time with you too though. Nothing matters more to me than that. Hell, I'd keep you here under lock and key if I was still living the life of the idle and rich."
He chuckled, kissing Stephen chastely. "Baby, it's fine. Can't say I care all that much. You win over breakfast any day."
Adrian relaxed back into the bed, reaching across to get his coffee off of the nightstand, reheating it. "So I never thought I'd be saying this but you need to go and see Boot."
Stephen chuckled. "It's not my fault that you're lazy." He kissed Adrian smiling. "I'm not even touching that one, because it's too early to have that discussion. Again."
He shifted, rubbing against Adrian, and he knew he was a mess, cover in semen, but a shower could wait. "We can always fuck some more and then go for brunch at the manor, and yes, there is Mass, but you can sleep during father Luke's homily."
He frowned at the odd request. Adrian was far fro being Terry's best friend, so he couldn't imagine why the request. "All right, I'll bite. Why do I need to go and see him?"
"It's not my fault you're so abnormally awake in the mornings," he countered, grinning. "And we're not having a discussion. Actually, I'm feeling better about the job. Cormac and I are going to send Weasley a memo."
He laughed when Stephen rubbed against him, turning his head and biting Stephen's shoulder softly. "Insatiable much?" he asked. "We can fuck all you want but you're going to have to either fuck me or wait for my dick to wake up again. It's not used to being up so early," he teased.
"Cormac told me he's been seeing or fucking Finnigan. And that he looks too skinny and hasn't been eating. I just thought you'd want to know," he said, taking a sip of his coffee. "And I'm not too sure of any other details so that's all I know."
"It comes with having a fixed schedule. You know, something that you never had." Stephen refrained from rolling his eyes. He doubted that all of Adrian's problems would end with a discussion with McLaggen. In fact, he doubted that anything could improve with McLaggen around, but he refrained for saying any of that.
"I'm just offering suggestions, nothing else. We can shower, and go back to sleep, or at least you, and I can read, and then go to brunch. See I'm very sensible," Stephen said with a smile that ended way too soon. He didn't know anything about Seamus or Terry or anything else that McLaggen might know. "Terry's fucking Mandy's boyfriend? How does McLaggen know?" Why he didn't know was the real question, but that was for Terry, not Adrian.
"Hey, I had a schedule at Hogwarts, sort of. And I briefly had one when I first started Auror training. My parents just never really cared about making me get up and get dressed. Floot and Floot's mother helped me with all of that," he said, feeling slightly defensive.
"I'd rather fuck, have a shower and then brunch," he replied. "And fucking is very sensible. I'd say it's a necessity in fact."
He frowned when Stephen seemed clueless, not sure what to say. "So Boot hasn't told you anything? I hoped he might have and that you just hadn't told me," he admitted. "I think Finnigan lives with Cormac and the non-evil Creevey. They have a little girl, Emma," he said, not sure why he was saying all of this.
"Yes, I'm sure that your seven years of education were a great imposition on your life style," he teased, before reaching to brush Adrian's lips. "It doesn't matter, baby, don't get upset over nothing. Arguing interferes with that sensible fucking that you'd like to do."
Stephen sat up and summoned his tea. It was warm and he had reached for his wand to heat it up. "I don't know anything about Seamus. Terry hasn't mentioned anything." He gave Adrian a smile. "McLaggen has his own harem now?" One day he'd stop disliking the man, possibly in another twenty years or so. Maybe. "I'll speak to Terry this afternoon."
"However imposing they might have been, they were worth it in other ways. Mainly Quidditch and getting to know you a little more," he said, kissing Stephen's fingertips. "I'm not getting upset and I'll forget what we were talking about much more quickly if you kiss me."
He frowned. "Well, it's all I know. I'm sure Cormac's probably exaggerating. Or Finnigan; everyone knows that Irish bartenders lie," he said with a grin. "No, although you'll be glad to know that you're not his type. Apparently you're my 'boy' which is rather amusing considering what Sean calls me, and a 'manbeast' which is supposed to be a compliment," He couldn't stop the laughter and it took him a moment to calm down. "Personally, I think Cormac might be smoking Gillyweed."
"Right, I'm slightly less important than Quidditch," he said, snorting. "Nice to know." He leaned over and kissed Adrian as he asked. "Don't forget too much, or it's not fun. Despite appearances, I really do like you for more than your body."
Stephen kept the smile on his face. "I know I'm not his type. We've had this discussion before." Not with Adrian, but certainly with McLaggen, not that Adrian needed to know any of that. "You can tell him that the less he speaks about me the happier we'll all be. Personally, I think he's a self righteous bastard with no class, manners or brains, but that could be because of whatever he's smoking."
"No, you're way, way, way more important than Quidditch," he said, kissing Stephen after each 'way'. "And I like you for lots of reasons, too many to even remember right now. I'll write you a list one day."
He frowned, not understanding. "No we haven't," he replied, pretty sure he'd remember it if they had. "You- What's going on?" he asked, feeling a little freaked out. He knew Stephen didn't approve of Cormac but he'd never been that hostile about him before and Adrian was pretty sure that this was to do with when Stephen was still tricking. "Stephen?"
"Ohh, I'm all excited now," he said with a huge smile that had little to do with sex. "I love you, too, baby," he said in a softer tone.
Stephen shook his head. "It's nothing, don't worry about it. I just don't like him or the fact that he knows more about my best friend than I do." He reached over and picked up a sandwich, not even caring what he was eating. "I'll have to speak with Terry, that's all, and figure out what's going on. However, if they have messed with him, I'll be rearranging their faces with my fists, so you have fair warning, because there is no way he'd be worried unless something happened."
Adrian knew he was lying as soon as he started eating, not even noticing that he'd picked up Adrian's sausage bap when he was always giving him shit about cholesterol and being unhealthy. "You love me but you're still lying to me," he said, almost shocked. "We've never had a conversation about how you're not Cormac's type but you have with him, haven't you?"
He bit his lip, not sure what else to say and so he took a sip of his coffee. "You'll do no such thing. If Finnigan has messed with him then Boot can take care of his own messes. You can't pull the white knight routine with him every time the same as I couldn't with Sophia. He's your age, Stephen, and he has a son. Somebody that responsible can take care of himself."
"We used to leave across the street from each other. We've had plenty of discussions, Adrian, and you know he has no manners or tact." No, he wasn't lying, but he wasn't going to say that either, because it would only mean more questions and then he had to lie.
Stephen laughed mirthlessly. "Yes, and we both know how my arguments convinced you not to help Sophia. I remember something that sounded remarkably like 'I don't know how to put you first. I need to help her', but I could be mistaking a word or two." He looked at Adrian. "You know the difference? I tried to convince you and let you make your choices. You give me orders, which only make me want to do things on purpose. He's my friend and I'll do what I think it's right."
"You're still not telling me something," Adrian said, studying Stephen's face more than listening to his words. "But you know what? Fine. Have your secrets."
Adrian sighed, not sure what to say. Sophia was still a touchy subject, especially when Adrian still felt as if he could have done something if he wasn't so mad at her for lying about the reason she'd come home in the first place.
"That was like a month into our relationship, baby. You wouldn't even call it a relationship until we hit our second month," he answered, slightly frustrated. "Fine, make your choices but don't punch anybody for fuck's sake. Please. Terry wouldn't want you to punch people."
"I'm not keeping secrets, Adrian. Jesus Christ, don't be like this. I know he's your friend, and unlike you, I never say anything negative about them unless it affects us, and McLaggen really doesn't affect us," Stephen said. "I know the man, okay? He's a dickhead, and I don't like him, and he doesn't like me, and I don't like the fact that he suddenly pretends that we're best friends or something, so if you two can avoid talking about me, then we're fine."
"Fine, I still don't like it when people tell me what I should do. You think I'm wrong, then talk to me, but don't give me orders." He put the cup of tea on the night stand and lay down. He rested a hand on Adrian's thigh. "I listen to you, and fine, I won't punch McLaggen for Terry." He would be more than happy to do it for fuck's sake.
Adrian gritted his jaw, not wanting to drop the subject even though he really, really did. It wasn't fair that Stephen got to say that and then came up with what Adrian could only call bullshit. "Okay, I'm dropping it," he said softly. "You want me to drop it then I'll drop it."
He looked across at Stephen when he lay down, the hand on his thigh calming him down more than words could. He still wasn't happy - and he certainly planned on asking Cormac what the fuck was up - but it could wait for another day.
"Okay, I think you're wrong. I think if you jump in for Boo- Terry then he's never going to learn to stick up for himself and even if he's not in love with you anymore, he's still going to have an unhealthy attachment to you. Like Sophia's to me," he said, pretty much admitting that he knew he'd done wrong. He put his coffee down after one final swig and lay down next to Stephen. "He's not stupid or weak or any of those things. Be there for him, sure, but to go around punching people because of it? Baby, you're better than that."
"Please, Adrian, it's not important, okay?" He squeezed Adrian's leg. "You're an amazing person, and not everyone is like you. In fact very few are. I know how lucky I am to have you around, and I don't want to argue over someone irrelevant."
When Adrian lay down, Stephen shifted closer, throwing an arm around Adrian's body. "See, that wasn't that difficult, and I know you're right, although not the part when I'm better than that. I'm perfectly all right with punching them. I know why I shouldn't." He sighed. "Let me find out what's going on first, and then we worry."
"Fine, it's not important," he repeated, feeling somewhat numb. His brain was conjuring up all sorts of images and he wasn't sure what to think. He'd just have to talk to Cormac tomorrow at work.
And possibly punch him depending on his answer.
He smiled a little when Stephen slid his arm around him, pressing closer and resting his head on Stephen's collarbone. "You are better than that," he repeated. "Because punching somebody is completely unnecessary. It takes two to fuck, Stephen, and I'm sure Seamus has hurt Terry but Terry must have wanted it in the first place too," He turned his head, kissing Stephen's chest. "Okay."
Stephen frowned at the answer: too easy and too cold. "Nothing ever happened with us, I don't want you to think God knows what. We just exchanged words, that's all."
He held Adrian tight. "I love you. No one believes in me like you do." He kissed Adrian gently. "I know all of that. I do, but it's Terry, and he's like a brother. I'd do it for William if that helps, although William would probably punch as quickly as me. Do you know we used to box together? With William, not Terry. We haven't done it in a while."
"I'm not thinking anything, I'm dropping the subject like you wanted to. Talking isn't going to help with that," he said pointedly, trying not to sound anything more than nonchalant. He didn't like the idea of them arguing because Stephen was his... Everything and Cormac had been his friend for so long.
Adrian shifted until he was comfortable, one of Stephen's thighs between his, sprawled over his chest. "You're grabby and why wouldn't I believe in you? Stephen, you're not an idiot and you don't need to punch anyone for Terry. He can do it himself. Hell, he's a Charms expert. He can just hex Finnigan."
He nodded, remembering Evelyn had said something of the sort. "I've heard about it. Don't think I'm boxing with you; if you break my pretty face, I won't be putting out."
"All right, okay, I'm sorry." He squeezed Adrian, burying his face in Adrian's hair. "I... if you want to know something, I'll answer. Whatever you want, because I'm not keeping secrets. I wouldn't do that."
One hand slid down Adrian's body, resting on his hip. "I didn't even touch you this time. You rolled on top of me," he said with a smile. "I never said I was an idiot. I just don't mind punching them."
He chuckled. "I had no intention on asking. You'd throw a fit if I actually won, and yes, not ruining your face, or making you sweat."
Adrian smiled despite himself. "I know you wouldn't, I just don't like it when you give me half answers considering you won't let something drop with me until I've told you the whole story and then some," He shook his head. "It doesn't matter. I won't talk about you with him anymore. He was just helping me put things in perspective."
He hummed happily when Stephen moved his hand, looking up at him and grinning. "Doesn't matter, you're still grabby," he answered. "Yes well no punching either. Please, for me? Don't?" he asked.
"Hey, I box. We have to train at work and I can kick Jeff's arse most of the time so I can certainly kick yours," he retorted. "And I couldn't box with you because I wouldn't want to hit you. How sappy is that?"
"I know, and I do it because... because I don't want to hurt you, and it's stupid I know, but that's the reason, and if you want to know, ask, baby." He smiled. "I'm not even going to ask you about what he's helping you with." He might not like McLaggen, but Adrian should have his friends.
Stephen nodded. "All right, no punching, but only because it's you asking. I hate you," he said pouting. "I don't get to be irrational often, and you have to ruin it."
He bit his lip to stop laughing. "That's the most ridiculous thing ever, but it's sort of romantic. Although I bet if I hit you, you'd hit back."
"I don't want to know because I don't want to hurt Cormac for saying something to you when it has to be over a year ago. I know he runs his mouth, he's rude but it's why I like him too. He doesn't treat me like a Death Eater or some spoiled heir who's deigning to work. He's always been the same with me."
Adrian smiled and leaned up to kiss him. "You totally don't hate me, you love me," he said. "And you can be irrationally possessive over me any day. Not quite the same as angry or irrational but it has much nicer side effects."
He glared at Stephen. "Don't you dare laugh," he warned. "And of course I'd hit you back but I wouldn't want to. I certainly would never hit you properly."
"All right, it's fine, and don't do it. It's not that important and as you said, it's been more than a year now," He said smiling.
His hand moved over Adrian's body, mapping it possessively. "Jesus Christ, yes, I can't even think. You drive me crazy. You know when we were talking about Masters giving out their subs, I could never. I'd have to kill someone for touching you and that would be bad." He traced Adrian's collarbone with a finger. "You're mine. You can be fucking me, but you're still mine."
He chuckled, ignoring the glare. "Why don't we talk about something more pleasurable? Your birthday, what are your shifts? We can celebrate that Wednesday if you're free, or we can do it the weekend before. I'd say the one after, but you'd die on me. So what do you think? Next weekend? You tell me what days you're free, and we go."
"Unless I need to?" he asked, looking at Stephen skeptically. "Has he said anything to you that will make me be the worst husband ever if I don't punch him?"
He grinned contentedly when Stephen's hands moved, not moving away or looking at all uncomfortable. He couldn't do, not when he loved Stephen's hands on him. "I'm yours, you're mine, we're each other's. I want somebody else touching me as much as you do," he replied, looking up at him. "I could do it, maybe, but I'd only ever do it for you. I wouldn't get off on it because I get off on you. And no killing," he added as an afterthought. "That's worse than punching."
Adrian furrowed his brow, thinking about it. "Pleasurable as in orgasms? Because I'm always up for one more of those," he teased. "I'm... Not free. I have a shift from two till eight so that makes lunch or dinner plans impossible," he said. "The weekend before could work. I'm not working on the Saturday or the Sunday."
"No punching remember? Besides, it's not like I couldn't punch him if I wanted to," he said, paraphrasing what Adrian had been saying before. "You know before you freak out, I might as well tell you. He found me once, but not before everyone was dressed. He didn't have anything to arrest me for, so he made a few comments, nothing I couldn't deal with. After that our encounters in the streets were less than spectacular. It's also why I learnt the Aurors schedule. I knew where anyone was at a given time. That's why I knew I could be in that house and take my time with the books."
Stephen shook his head. "No, you want him more, because I would literally have to kill someone if they touched you, so let's avoid that little problem."
He smiled. "We can do that too. I'm always game for orgasms." He thought for a moment. "Oh we're having dinner. Food is almost as important as sex. What if we leave Friday night and spend the weekend away?" He couldn't say too much, not without giving away what he was doing, but it was only a week. "We can be back Sunday afternoon and be ready for work the next day. You even get your gifts sooner."
"I am not freaking out," Adrian replied, almost resignedly before he perked up a little. "And fine, what did he say? I don't care if you could or couldn't deal with them, I still want to know. You've told me this much, you might as well tell me what he said."
He snickered at the mention of the books, remembering that encounter. "Do you know it's nearly been a year since then? Or eleven months at any rate. Still, you didn't plan on me walking along and ruining your fun with the books though, did you?"
Adrian smiled slightly, leaning up to kiss him. "I only want you. God, you know I love you so much. I really would do anything for you, so much so that it scares me sometimes," he murmured.
"Mmm, I like the way you think," he said with a wicked smirk. "Okay, a weekend sounds good. A weekend means you're taking me somewhere. Don't think the talk of early gifts will distract me though. It totally won't."
"Of course you aren't. You're perfectly calm," Stephen answered. "I don't know, baby. It was more than a year ago. I don't remember what he said, but you know how he is, and whores are whores as far as he's concerned, lower than lowest, some other crap. I doubt he'll say shit, but if he does, just remind him who's related to."
Stephen shrugged. "You weren't an Auror. I had no way of knowing your schedule, not that you had one, and yes I know that's it's almost a year. You send me food for Valentine's Day and had a coronary when I said it or wrote it." He hadn't even been there, and could picture Adrian's reaction.
He shifted so he could hold Adrian better, almost covering him with his body. "You'll never have to do that. I'll never ask you to do something that would take so much from you. Never."
He kissed Adrian softly. "I love you too, and I'll take you somewhere. I hadn't planned to, but I can fit it in my plans. You still won't find out, so don't bother. You only have to wait until Friday. It's five days, baby. It's not that long."
Adrian wanted to hide his face because sometimes Cormac really was an idiot. "He's an idiot," he said to Stephen softly. "A good guy but yeah, generally an idiot. You're not a whore or low or anything and he was wrong to say that to you. You're my husband and I think he knows that now. If he doesn't then he will shortly."
He smiled, remembering that and how thin Stephen had looked, nothing compared to now. He hadn't thought about the difference in quite a while but it made him hold onto him a little tighter. "Yeah, well, somebody had to feed you, Mr. Skin and Bones. Besides, you shared my meal with Sophia," he reminded him.
"I know I won't," he said, wrapping himself around Stephen until they were tangled up in each other. "I'm just saying that there really... I can't think of much that I'd straight up say no to. Not with you. I don't love or trust anybody as much as you, I never have had."
Adrian looked worried for a second. "You- I mean, you don't have to take me away. We can stay here," he said, backtracking a little. He knew Stephen was touchy about using his money to pay for things and he didn't want him to feel like he needed to go away. "Five days. Okay, I won't pry."
"Don't. It's really not worth it, baby. You have to work with the idiot and that's why I never said anything, it's also why I didn't want some of your friend in whatever we're calling house at the moment," Stephen said
"It was fine; I was fine, but it was a nice gesture, and I only shared meals that I cooked with her. She bought the stuff, I'd cook, we'd both eat," he said. It was strange talking about her like this, almost ignoring the good and bad times.
"I know all of that, and I'd never take advantage of that. I know intellectually that it wouldn't mean anything, I've listened to all the reason, but I could never sit back and watch you with someone else, and I don't know why we're still discussing it," he said with a smile. "Neither one of us wants it. It'd be so tacky if you had to arrest me for killing your lover."
Stephen took Adrian's hand, and squeezed it gently. "I don't know what the fuck just went through your head, but we're going away. It's fine; it's more than fine."
"Okay, whatever you want," he replied. He wasn't going to argue with Stephen when it wasn't him who'd been insulted, when he hadn't even known Stephen when it had happened. It wasn't his business no matter how much he wanted it to be. "I won't bring it up or invite them over."
He shook his head. "It's weird thinking about her. Nearly a year ago she turned up on my doorstep with a package and now she's dead."
Adrian kissed Stephen's jaw whilst he talked, pulling him closer. "I'm not talking about me being with somebody else or even sex, I'm talking about anything. I'd- I don't think there's anything I wouldn't do for you," he said, looking up at him.
"As long as you're sure," he said, looking slightly suspicious. "So what do I need to pack for this trip?" he asked, hoping he could get some sense of where they were headed to.
"I love those words. You should say them more often," he said laughing, "and you can bring them now... I don't know, it's different now. It's been a long time, and it doesn't effect me anymore. It feels like a different lifetime, y'know? So yeah, invite whomever you want."
He nodded. "I know. It's strange. We had finally found and truce and then you showed up."
He knew exactly what it meant, because he felt exactly the same. "I know, baby, and you won't have to."
Stephen chuckled. "Yes, I'm sure, and I still don't know why it wouldn't be. Why would you think that? And don't worry about packing, I'll take care of everything, besides if I have my way, you won't be wearing anything."
"Whatever you want," Adrian repeated with a small grin. "I'd still prefer not to. I see enough of people at work without wanting to invite them round for drinks or a chat."
He watched Stephen, still smiling. "Yeah but aren't you incredibly glad that I turned up? I am brilliant and gorgeous, after all. God knows how you ever survived without me," he said jokingly.
"I really do love you," he said softly, running his fingers through Stephen's hair before leaning in to kiss him. "So fucking much."
Adrian raised an eyebrow. "So we're going somewhere warm then? Or it's going to be at least warm in the room but I don't think you'd want to stay inside all weekend so I'm guessing somewhere warm," he said before grinning. "If you want me naked all weekend, I'll stay naked all weekend. Except for if we go out for dinner because I imagine you don't really want people staring at me. Otherwise, I promise."