Back to School Fest FIC: Capable Hands; James/Kingsley; NC-17 Title: Capable Hands Author/Artist:mindabbles Characters/Pairing: James/Kingsley Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: I don't own James or Kingsley. They are JKR's. Warnings/kinks: Blow job, hand job, James gets more than he bargained for. Notes: This is for the 2008 Back to School Fest and is the third in an arc of three (maybe four) fics, all for prompt #17, "Yeah, I see what you mean Remus," said a bald black wizard standing farthest back; he had a deep, slow voice and wore a single gold hoop in his ear. "He looks exactly like James." -Kingsley Shacklebolt. This one also uses the prompt: Tree. Many thanks to elizassecret for the beta. Summary: Kingsley pressed his hand against James' chest as his lips gentled and the kiss slowed. James had a fleeting moment of panic that he may have misjudged the situation and be in way over his head with the younger boy. Category(s): Romance/Fluff, PWP
Here are the first two in the arc. Each one stands on its own—perhaps especially this one.
James almost laughed out loud at the look on Shacklebolt's face. The bloke looked as if he were waiting for someone to jump out at him. More interesting than that, and lurking just beneath the surface, was the desire James saw on his face every time they made eye contact.
"Come on, Shacklebolt. No one's here," James said, pushing himself off the tree and taking a step toward Kingsley. "It's just you and me."
"What are you playing at?"
"Come closer and you'll find out," James smiled in a way he hoped was suitably seductive.
Kingsley took a step into the forest. They were just an arm's length apart now. James took a deep breath, inhaling the rapidly cooling autumn air. It was a heady experience, having someone looking at him like that. Now that the terror had left his eyes, Shacklebolt looked like he wanted to eat James whole. And James just might let him.
"I see the way you look at me," James purred. He was surprised at the low, gravelly sound of his voice. Being so close to Sirius under the cloak when it had been so long, not to mention the anticipation of what they had been trying to pull off, had left him randy as all hell.
"How's that?" Kingsley asked.
He looked at James through heavy-lidded eyes and it took James a moment to realize that the question came from nerves and not bravado.
"Like you want me to do this," James whispered. He stepped closer and pressed a hand to Kingsley's chest, letting it trail down to tug on his belt. Kingsley seemed frozen to the spot, but he neither moved nor looked away.
James felt a warm hand cover his, pressing his palm against Kingsley's stomach so that he could feel Kingsley's shallow, staccato breaths.
"W-wait," Kingsley stammered. "Wait, I, don't mistake me, but aren't you with Lily Evans, or, erm, Sirius?"
James tilted his head, bringing his cheek next to Kingsley’s. He smiled when he heard Kingsley's breath hitch.
"No one knows about me and Sirius, Shacklebolt," James purred against the shell of his ear. He felt a shiver ripple through Kingsley's body. "What do you know?"
"I saw you."
"You mean you watched us," James said, pulling back so he could look into Kingsley's bright brown eyes. "Saw would imply that it was an accident."
Kingsley cut his eyes down, avoiding James' gaze.
"Sorry."
James flattened his hand against Kingsley stomach. "I didn't say we'd minded," he said, grabbing Kingsley at the hip with his other hand and stepping back until he was leaning against the tree again, with Kingsley right in front of him.
If James' heart hadn't begun to race and his prick to strain against his clothes, he would have laughed at the way Kingsley's eyes popped open and jaw dropped.
"Oh," gasped Kingsley.
"I'm not wrong in thinking you were, um, interested in the proceedings, yeah?" James asked, snaking the hand on Kingsley's hip around to the small of his back.
"Yes," Kingsley whispered and then jerked his head from side to side. "No. I mean, no. You're not wrong."
"Right then, Shacklebolt, do you like anything other than hiding in the shadows and watching? I mean, I'm at a distinct disadvantage here. You already know what I like."
James pressed his fingers into the firm flesh where the small of Kingsley's back swelled into the curve of his arse, pulling their hips flush against each other.
He felt Kingsley's prick push against him through their layers of clothes. He knew that Kingsley had felt him, hard against his abdomen. Kingsley’s full lips dropped open in a gasp.
"You still haven't told me what you like. Or don't you know?" James challenged, rolling his hips so that their cocks rubbed together deliciously.
James felt Kingsley straighten and they were suddenly eye to eye. The glance Kingsley shot him, his dark eyes flashing, made James shudder. "You want to see what I like?" Kingsley asked, and there was the bloke who rattled the nerves of any chaser who approached his goal posts.
James barely had time to nod before he was pushed up against the tree, head connecting sharply with the rough bark. He managed a wince and an unseemly grunt before Kingsley kissed him fiercely.
It took James a minute to catch on. He'd never kissed Sirius. Kisses were for Lily and, well, other things were for Sirius. Had been for Sirius. Kingsley pressed his hand against James' chest as his lips gentled and the kiss slowed. James had a fleeting moment of panic that he may have misjudged the situation and be in way over his head with the younger boy.
But he was James bloody Potter, and let no one say he'd ever been easily outdone, so when he felt Kingsley's tongue teasing at his bottom lip, he opened his mouth and drew the tongue in next to his.
"Mmm," Kingsley moaned into the kiss, curling his tongue around James'.
He moved his hands over Kingsley's back and arse as they explored each others' mouth, teasing and chasing, each taking control of the kiss in turn until James had to break away to stop his head spinning.
"Bloody hell, Shacklebolt."
James tilted his head back against the tree to escape the intensity of Kingsley's gaze. A hot, wet mouth was immediately on his throat, lips and tongue darting out to taste the sensitive skin. Kingsley found a spot that made James pant and his hips act of their own accord and he lingered, licking and kissing. James felt a nip of teeth and he whimpered and moved his hands to grab Kingsley's arse.
"You want to see what else I like?" Kingsley asked, with a dangerous flash of teeth. He pulled back just enough to trail his fingers lightly down James chest and belly, finally ghosting over the bulge in the front of his robes.
"Fuck, yes," James moaned. It occurred to him that perhaps it was a bit of all right to be out of his depth and in Kingsley's apparently capable hands.
Kingsley blinked almost drowsily and licked his lips as if he were chasing the last traces of the sweetest substance on earth. James swallowed hard.
James' head swam as Kingsley dropped to his knees and opened James' robes in one deft movement. James couldn't have torn his gaze away from the sight. Kingsley leaned forward and placed steadying hands on James, one on his hip and one on his thigh. His mouth was so close that James could feel his warm breath over the sensitive tip of his cock.
"Ahhh," James gasped as Kingsley's pink tongue swirled around the head. "Oh, please."
To James' horror, the warm mouth disappeared as Kingsley sat back on his heels and looked up at him, laughter in his eyes. "Please what?"
"I-I don't know, just, just," James babbled, thrusting his hips toward Kingsley's mouth.
Kingsley chuckled and parted his lips and James concentrated on not coming as the tip of his cock slid between them.
He was supposed to be the experienced one here. He knew Kingsley fancied him, had for ages. According to plan, he and Sirius would put on a little show to get Shacklebolt worked up. Sirius would go off and work out his tension with Moony and James would give Shacklebolt a little gift. No one would be any the wiser. It was to be a one-off and Kingsley would have something to add to his wank material. It was only as James watched the length of his cock disappear slowly into Kingsley's mouth with practised ease that it came to mind just how arrogant their little plan had been.
"Mmm," Kingsley hummed and James' eyes rolled back in his head. He felt the velvety surface of Kingsley's tongue begin to massage the underside of his prick. Kingsley was going slowly, tortuously slowly, taking James in a fraction of an inch and then back, each time engulfing just a little more of James' cock with his luscious mouth.
James' hips began to move and he struggled in vain to control them. He didn't mean to thrust. He didn't want to hurt Kingsley, nor did he really want to speed this up. Kingsley chuckled again and James marvelled that anyone could laugh with a mouthful of cock.
He tried to talk, to encourage him, to say how good it felt, to thank him from the bottom of his heart, but every time he opened his mouth, all that came out were pants and moans. But none of that mattered because Kingsley was pressing one hand against his belly while the thumb and forefinger of the other circled the base of his cock. The fingers lightly, teasingly, slid along, meeting Kingsley's mouth on every stroke, a dizzying combination of sensations and the muscles in James' thighs began to tremble.
"I, ah, I, oh," James gasped, trying to warn Kingsley that he was about to come. Maybe Kingsley couldn't tell, or maybe he knew for certain, because he began to suck hard and moved both hands to brace himself against James' hips. The intense pulling on his cock, drawing every last bit of his self-control into that hot, wet mouth sent James spiralling and breaking apart, coming hard in Kingsley's mouth.
His head and his heart pounded as the orgasm pulsed through his body. He had no idea if Kingsley swallowed or if he spat onto the forest floor, and he couldn't be arsed to care. He pulled Kingsley up to him and surprised himself with how badly he wanted to suck Kingsley's tongue into his mouth and taste himself there.
As James pressed against Kingsley, kissing desperately, he could feel the arousal thrumming through Kingsley's body. James relented. He relaxed and let Kingsley take the kiss, let himself be pushed hard against the tree as Kingsley ground into him.
Without breaking the kiss, he reached into Kingsley's robes. He eased his hands into Kingsley's pants and found his cock, hard and slick and throbbing, and James knew it wouldn't take long. This, after all, was something he knew how to do.
"Yes, yes, ah. Harder," Kingsley panted into James' mouth. James felt a flare of desire again as he stroked Kingsley fast and hard and Kingsley began to move, fucking into his fist. One, two, three stokes more and James felt Kingsley coming in his hand and kissed fiercely, as if he could pull the orgasm from Kingsley mouth the way Kingsley had from his cock.
Kingsley, trembling and breathless, let his head fall to James' shoulder. He stayed there for a long time, and James wondered if his earlier confidence had suddenly left him when the hands that drifted to caress down James' arms seemed so tentative.
James slid his fingers along Kingsley's jaw and gently nudged him until he lifted his head so that their faces were right next to each other.
"Merlin, Kingsley. Next time you'll have to teach me to do that to you," James murmured softly against the silky skin of Kingsley's cheek.