FIC: Tell Me About It [1/1]
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leashy_bebesTitle: Tell Me About It (1/1)
Rating: Hard R
Pairings: Scorpius/Albus, Scorpius/James
Summary: Scorpius has decided that this year, he wants the brothers Potter, and he is ready to employ every Slytherin trick he knows to get them. Unbeknownst to Scorpius though, the brothers Potter have plans of their own.
Disclaimer: JKR's, not mine.
Warnings: Sex, strong language (mainly from Al – who knew?), recreational drug use. No actual incest, but James and Al do have some discussions that might not be considered entirely brotherly.
Words: ~4500
part one: what i want, i get
Scorpius Malfoy is used to getting what and who he wants. So used to it in fact, that there's no point in wanting ordinary things, or ordinary people. Where's the pleasure in getting the latest broomstick a few days early when a custom-made one by Firebolt's leading engineer is within your grasp? Where's the fun in messing around with a happy, grateful little Hufflepuff when there are so many more interesting prospects? No, Scorpius' desires are always extraordinary.
Scorpius' sixth year starts in three days and as he stands in front of the mirror in his dressing room taking in the sight of his new tailored school robes, he wonders what he wants this year. There is a Ravenclaw boy that everybody wants, likely to be made Head Boy, and as straight-laced as they come. It could be fun, but it's not quite right... It's missing something. And then it comes to Scorpius, and it's so obvious he wonders why he hasn't thought of it before.
The Potter boys, Scorpius decides firmly, smoothing his robes one last time. The girl would be a better catch, if only because everyone knows she's her father's favourite, but she's not really to Scorpius' taste. He'll have time later for purposeful sex with a woman who doesn't excite him, but while he is still young, he feels there's time to indulge in what he actually wants.
And he's decided that this year, he wants the Potters. One would be enough of a coup, but Scorpius has never gone in for half measures and they are both attractive enough to catch his eye. Also both spoiled and self-entitled and obnoxious in their own ways, but Scorpius isn't exactly put off by that. He likes a challenge. And they really are both good to look at. James is taller, a bit broader, and his eyes are a different colour, but beyond that they might be twins. Certainly they look the same around the face, they have the same freckles, and they skulk about together a lot. They're like slightly imperfect copies of each other, and Scorpius honestly doesn't know whether James' smiley brawn or Albus' simmering intensity is more of a turn on. Everyone knows that the Potter boys are best friends as well as brothers, and Scorpius wonders idly if that'll still be true this time next year.
Pleased with his decision, Scorpius turns his mind to his plan of attack. On paper at least, James should be the more difficult prospect. He's a Gryffindor after all, and inter-house unity only goes so far - Slytherins and Gryffindors don't mix. Still though, James is a bit of a devil, a troublemaker, a rebel, and Scorpius is fairly sure he's caught James watching him a few times in the past. James - handsome but not the brightest Lumos in the world - is bound to respond to a bit of casual flirtation and while it will be gratifying, certainly, he is almost looking forward more to Albus. While he might be a Slytherin and so theoretically easier to corner, the younger Potter brother is uptight and moody. It's always been easy to rile him, and Scorpius is keenly aware that a well-placed whisper can tip the balance from the passion of hatred to the passion of something else entirely. Albus has hated Scorpius' guts since first year and that's the kind of challenge Scorpius really appreciates.
***
part two: battle lines are drawn
Two days before school starts, James hasn't mentioned anything, so Al tracks his brother down to the garden. It is a gorgeous summer night, all clear sky and bright stars, the scent of roses and orange blossom heavy in the air, along with the scent of something else.
"Alright, bro?" James asks, looking up from where he's sprawled in the grass. Al gives him a look of tolerant amusement, taking in the reddened eyes and stupid grin.
"You can small that shit from the back door," Al says, sitting down next to James and accepting the joint when it's offered. "What the hell is that?" he asks, coughing as he inhales.
"Muggle weed," James says.
"Ugh."
"It's all Teddy had, don't be such an ungrateful little snot," James says lazily, leaning settling back more comfortably into the grass.
"So," Al says, sprawling out next to his brother and passing the joint back after a few more puffs. "Your last year."
"Yeah," James nods. "Gonna miss our little contests."
"Hmm," Al murmurs, almost an agreement. "Need a good one this year."
"Yeah, I've been thinking about that," James says, pushing himself up onto his elbows and grinning at Al. It's the smile he uses when he wants to get people to do things which are against their better judgement.
"Oh, god," Al groans. "I know that look. Go on, then. It'd better not be staff."
"Better than that," James beams, obviously pleased with himself. "Malfoy."
"Fuck off," Al laughs. "That stuck up little prick?"
"Scared of a challenge, Albus?"
"Fuck off, James. Alright, then. Malfoy."
"Deal," James says, and they shake on it. Al takes the opportunity to pluck what's left of the spliff from James' other hand.
"I still think he's a twat," Al says, exhaling smoke into James' face.
"Pretty one," James reminds him.
"Yeah," Al nods, forced to agree. He digs a little hole in the earth with his finger and drops the roach into it, covering it up again.
"So," James asks, stretching out in the grass. "Tactics?"
"Not sure yet," Al says. "Might just jump him."
"Does that ever work?" James asks.
"More often than you'd expect," Al laughs. "What about you, what're you planning?"
"Nice, dumb Gryffindor, I think," James says.
"That's not tactics, that's being yourself."
"Fuck off, kid. You'll see. I'll have him eating out of my hand inside a week."
"Eating out of your hand?"
"Something like that," James grins.
***
part three: what i want, i get (reprise)
Given that he thinks Albus will be the more difficult proposition, Scorpius decides to focus his attention there for the time being. He stares at Albus boldly, almost rudely, not even trying to reign in the frank look of appraisal on his face. He's honestly surprised when it takes only three days for Albus to corner him in the common room. There are plenty of people milling about but Albus just steps into Scorpius' personal space and lowers his voice to a venomous hiss.
"Seen you watching, Malfoy," he says, and Scorpius has to try not to roll his eyes. Of course Albus has seen him watching.
"Is that right?" he asks.
"Yeah it's right," Albus says, almost sneering the words. "So, Malfoy, I suppose the question is... What do you plan to do about it?"
Scorpius holds back a shiver, looking into green eyes which are almost spitting sparks. Salazar's breath, if he looks this angry and conflicted after a few days of heated glances, what will he be like when Scorpius gets him on his knees?
"Well, I don't know, Potter. Meet me on Friday after Charms and maybe you'll find out."
There is a long, tense silence, and then Albus snarls,
"Fine," as though it's a real drag, turning on his heel and hurrying away. Scorpius has to hide a smile because he never expected it to be this easy, certainly not with Albus.
He doesn't pause to think about it though, because he always gets what he wants.
The same logic applies a few days later, when he catches James Potter smiling at him in the library. It's not Potter's usual smug grin, but a tentative little thing, shy almost, which is not an emotion anyone would usually associate with James Potter. Scorpius smiles back instinctively and that's all it takes for Potter to come trotting over and park himself at Scorpius' table.
"Hello," he grins, and Scorpius gives him the brightest smile he can muster in return. He pretends not to notice the lingering look James gives him and carefully smoothes out the smile on his face as he stares down at his books. He can hardly believe his luck. Too perfect, he thinks, because they stay in the library for almost two hours, and although they barely speak, he can feel James looking at him, quick, nervous glances. Scorpius knows that there is only one reason you look at another person like that: you want them, but you're not sure if you can have them.
Sure enough, it's only a couple of days later when they see each other in the library again. James doesn't smile this time, just sits down next to Scorpius and looks aimlessly through the pile of books on the table for a few minutes before he looks at Scorpius, a slow, sidelong look which takes in the fall of his hair and the expensive cut of his robes. Scorpius knows he looks good, and sure enough, they have only been seated for fifteen minutes when James speaks into the silence.
"I notice you a lot," he whispers, fidgeting a bit.
Scorpius sets down his quill and looks at James quizzically, as though he's confused.
"I mean - I notice you like..." James says, trailing off.
Scorpius quickly hides his smirk, because he'd have to be an idiot not to know exactly how James notices him.
James clears his throat and says, "I'm gay." There's another pregnant pause and then he adds, "I think."
Scorpius wants to hug himself. This is just too perfect.
"Would you like to talk about it?" he offers. "Maybe Saturday after lunch?"
"I'd really like that," James grins.
***
part four: when it's too easy, it's no fun
"James! Hey, James!" Al calls after dinner and James turns, fighting down a smug grin. To his surprise, Albus looks equally full of himself.
"Been looking for you," James says.
"Same," Al grins. "I'm meeting him on Friday," he says triumphantly, at the same time as James says,
"I'm meeting him on Saturday."
"Er - " Al says, deflating a bit.
"What the fuck?" James demands, frowning. "This isn't a challenge."
"I don't get it," Al says.
"Me neither," James says. "C'mon, let's get out of here," he says, taking Al by the elbow and leading him out of sight of the other students. "Well this isn't going to be much fun, is it?" he asks.
"You want to pick someone else?" Al offers as he pushes open the door to a classroom. Seeing that it's empty, they both duck inside.
"No, no," James says, shaking his head and boosting himself up to sit on the Professor's desk. "We just need to think of a way to spice it up a bit."
"Like?" Al asks, leaning back against the first row of desks.
"I'm thinking, shut up," James orders. A second later he clicks his fingers and grins. "Got it!"
"Got what?"
"Points system," James says.
"What?"
"We need a points system," James says. "You know, five for a snog, ten for a handjob, stuff like that."
"That's not a bad idea," Al concedes and James grins. "Let's work this out then," Al says.
"Right," James grins, summoning a sheet of parchment and a quill. Al moves to the Professor's desk as well and they bend their heads over the parchment.
It takes them a while to agree on the number of points for each act - 'I swear to god, Jamie, getting a blowjob from that stuck up bastard is gonna require the same amount of work as getting ten blowjobs from a normal person', 'Don't be ridiculous, Albus you only count the snog if you don't get anything else out of him' - but eventually they have a fairly comprehensive list and scoring system. James copies it onto another sheet for Al, then taps both copies to mix up the letters, hiding everything from prying eyes.
"One month," Al says. "One month, and the one with the most points wins."
"Deal," James grins, shaking Al by the hand.
***
part five: adaptability is key
On Friday after Charms, Scorpius glances at Albus just long enough for it to be obvious that he hasn't forgotten their meeting. Then he turns away and slips out of the door, walking at a steady pace down the corridor. It is only when he is almost to the main doors that he starts to question the wisdom of his plan. Sure, Albus' default setting around Scorpius is angry, and it's easy to nudge anger over the line into lust. However, Albus' schoolboy sulks are almost as legendary as his father's, and Scorpius wonders briefly if Potter might just have gone off in a huff.
He's on the verge of looking over his shoulder for the first time, to see whether Albus is following in the way that Scorpius really wants him to be - trailing along at a safe distance, waiting for Scorpius to bestow some attention upon him. Before he can, Albus appears in front of him and it takes every scrap of Malfoy self control not to express the surprise he feels. Underneath though, he's wondering how the hell Albus managed to get ahead of him, and finding that he very much dislikes the sensation of being wrong-footed by a Potter.
There is a long moment where they just stare at each other, oblivious to the handful of other students around them.
"I think you had something to tell me," Albus says eventually.
"Do you?" Scorpius asks coolly, because he is still fairly sure that the best way to get what he wants here is to annoy Potter into saying or doing something reckless (and hopefully physical).
"Yeah," Albus says heavily and Scorpius can't help showing the shock when Albus reaches forward, his fingers closing tight around Scorpius' wrist.
"What the hell d'you think you're - " Scorpius starts, and tries to wriggle out of the vice-like grip. Albus' fingers just press harder, tight enough that Scorpius would be willing to bet his pale skin will be bruised in the morning, and then Albus tugs hard, leaving Scorpius with no choice but to follow him around a corner and into an alcove usually hidden by a tapestry.
"I said - " Scorpius starts again, before finding himself pressed against the wall, Potter's hand a heavy weight on his shoulder this time, dangerously close to his throat.
"I don't give a fuck what you say," Albus says coldly and then he is kissing Scorpius hard, biting at his lips until they open. Potter's tongue dives into his mouth and for a moment Scorpius forgets to react because this was not how he expected the afternoon to go. Still, the important thing about tactics is knowing when to change them. So maybe Albus doesn't need to be wound up any more than he already is, and maybe Scorpius will have to re-evaluate his ideas about who will end up on their knees. In fact, he will definitely have to re-evaluate that idea, he realises as Albus' hands shove him harder into the wall, his knee working its way between Scorpius' thighs.
"Greenhouses. Ten minutes," Albus says, and Scorpius cannot believe his sheer bloody cheek.
It's almost enough to make him say no, or to walk off in the opposite direction once Potter is gone, but the fact remains that Scorpius is getting what he wants. One way or another.
***
part six: knowledge is power
"Fifty points to me," Al says, muttering the words as he passes James on the way into dinner. He laughs at James' incredulous look and as he sits down at the Slytherin table he raises his eyebrows, shoving his tongue into the inside of his cheek a couple of times. The gesture makes James laugh so hard he has to hide his face and Al grins down at his plate, studiously schooling his expression to indifference.
Of course James corners him after dinner, dragging him off into a corner.
"So?" James demands.
"So what?" Al asks smugly.
"Don't fuck about. Did he really suck you off?"
"Oh, yeah," Al says, grinning.
"Was he any good?"
"Oh, yeah," Al says, his smile growing. "Very good. Seemed to enjoy it, too."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Dirty little bastard came in his trousers."
"Fucking hell!" James laughs. "I'd have liked to have seen that."
"I get points for that, surely?" Al asks.
"Nah, but I've got a package coming in from Teddy this week, I'll give you a freebie."
"Deal."
"If - "
"If?"
"If you agree to a full and frank exchange of information."
"Information like?" Al asks warily.
"Like you tell me if he likes his hair pulled and I'll tell you if he like his nipples chewed. Information like that."
"Why?" Al asks suspiciously.
"Why not?" James shrugs. "We're using totally different tactics, it hardly matters what either of us knows, does it?"
"Why would I want to give you any kind of advantage?"
"Cause I might give you one, too. And I know that look, bro. You want him."
"I've already had him - "
"Not properly - "
"And I told you, I think he's an idiot."
"Yeah, I know. So the sooner you get to fuck some of the stupidity out of him the better, right?"
"Deal," Albus says after a long pause, offering his hand. They shake on it once more.
"C'mon," James says. "Let's go for a smoke and you can tell me all about it."
They slip out of the castle and head to the far shore of the lake, to their usual spot. It's sheltered by a tree on one side and plants on two others, and the lake is directly in front of them. As they settle down next to each other on the shore, James pulls a tin from the inside of his robe and taps the lid with his wand. It expands outwards into a usable tray and Al settles back as James starts skinning up. As soon as it's rolled, James tucks the joint behind his ear and lays out another. The way he licks the paper reminds Al of the way Malfoy looked earlier, on his knees, licking over the head of Al's cock.
"Gimme that," he says, plucking the joint out from behind James' ear and lighting it with the tip of his wand.
"Well?" James demands, lighting his own joint and taking a long drag.
"Hmm?"
"Tell me about it," he says.
"What d'you want to know?" Al asks.
"Everything," James says. "Where did you do it?"
"Behind the greenhouses."
"Ooh, al fresco Albus," James laughs. "Anyone see you?"
"Don't know. Don't think so."
"And he was good?"
"Fuck, yeah. Just opened those pretty pink lips wide and swallowed me right down."
"Uh-huh?" James breathes and Al grins.
"Yeah. Proper eager, he was. Moaning around my cock like a whore, letting me feel his teeth."
"You like that, don't you?" James asks, his voice low and scratchy. "Like it a bit rough."
"Yeah," Al agrees, taking in the slight flush across the top of James' cheekbones. "Jamie?" Al says, nudging James in the side and lowering his voice even though they're alone. "He does like his hair pulled."
"Yeah?" James asks, taking another toke before he goes on, "Did he let you fuck his mouth?"
"Asked me to," Al says and James laughs in delight, shoving at Al's shoulder.
"Remind me why I'm wasting my time getting high with you?"
"Because you're a dirty bastard and you want to hear all about how I earned my fifty points."
"Yeah," James admits. "And you want to tell me," he points out.
"He swallowed," Al says casually, neither confirming nor denying James' claim. "Only missed a little bit, and I spread it all over his lips before he licked it off."
"Jesus. Jesus," James says, and Al doesn't think he's imagining the little tremor in his brother's hand as he lifts his joint to take another drag, this one sharp and abrupt.
"Not with my fingers," Al adds and James chokes on his lungful of smoke in a way Al has never seen him do before.
"And he didn't rip it off?" James asks when his eyes have stopped watering.
"Nah," Al says cockily. "Told you, he liked it. Went off all over himself before I could even get a hand on him, didn't he?"
"Brilliant," James grins. "Looks like I'll have to step up my game, doesn't it?"
***
part seven: everyone falls for someone's lines
In the interests of stepping up his game, James decides to forgo dignity. He is already twenty points behind and what matters here is beating Al, and nothing else. So the third time he's alone with Malfoy, James steps up his fumbling uncertainty to such an extent that he's frankly amazed Malfoy doesn't see through it at once.
"I really like you, Scorp," James says, looking up at Malfoy through his eyelashes. "I think you're so gorgeous."
"Do you, now?" Malfoy teases.
"Can I - " James starts and then breaks off as though he's embarrassed, letting his eyes slide away from Malfoy's face. "Can we go to bed?"
"Since you asked so nicely," Malfoy all but purrs, and James has to hold back laughter. Malfoy is such an arrogant little bastard that James can't help admiring it, just a bit. Instead of laughing, he pastes on a daft smile, as though he can't believe his luck.
And in a way, he can't. He follows Malfoy to the Prefects' Bathroom and watches covertly as Malfoy moves about, locking the door with several different spells and casting a Cushioning Charm on a bench. Malfoy looks utterly smug and in control, but James has noticed that he seems to react in spite himself to James' ridiculous 'shy' comments. James is sure, completely sure that this will go the way he wants it to.
And alright, maybe given his choice of tactics the sex will have to be fairly straightforward and ordinary. It's obvious what Malfoy wants, and it doesn't fit in with James' plans. So, reminding himself what he said about dignity, he breaks away from a kiss, biting his lip as though he's unwilling to say what's on his mind.
"Go on," Malfoy says and James swallows dryly.
"I'm - a bit - nervous," he lies, and he's watching close enough to see the quickly hidden flash of triumph in Malfoy's eyes before he kisses James again, pushing him down onto the bench.
"I'll take care of you," Malfoy says, and James tries not to laugh.
So Malfoy thinks he's getting one over on James, and alright, that grates on his nerves a bit - as does the (false) admission of fear. It'll be worth it though, if only for the look on Albus' face when James tells him about it.
***
part eight: knowledge is power (reprise)
"One hundred points," James whispers, enunciating each word carefully. Al starts and looks up at him, almost disbelieving.
"When?"
"Oh, about half an hour ago."
"You bastard," Al says, shaking his head, but he looks more envious than really annoyed.
"Told you. Nice, dumb Gryffindor beats moody, angry Slytherin every time. Even with prats like Malfoy."
"Unbelievable," Al scoffs, folding his arms. "What kind of Slytherin is he, anyway, falling for your bullshit."
"I told you, mate. Everyone loves a bit of sweet talk."
"Jammy bastard."
"Nah. I'm fucking brilliant, me."
"Yeah, yeah. You busy?" Al asks, aiming for casual and missing by a mile.
"Oh, you want to know, don't you?" James laughs. "You want to hear."
"Of course I fucking do," Al says. "Come on, let's get out of here. Tell me about it."
Out at the lake again, James can't stop grinning, mainly because Al looks caught between pissed off and desperate to hear.
"Jealous?" James asks smugly.
"No."
"You should be. Prefect's bathroom. Second bench on the left. You should've seen it, he thought he was totally in charge."
"Probably was," Al scoffs.
"You wouldn't be saying that if you'd heard the way he was begging me," James laughs.
"Yeah?"
"Oh, yeah," James says smugly.
"How'd you do it?" Al asks.
"He went on top."
"Then that's only seventy five points, idiot."
"No, idiot, I mean he was riding me. Still fucked him, didn't I?"
"What a waste," Al mourns. "I'd much rather bend him over something, do it that way."
"Yeah, well," James shrugs. "Thinks he's helping me work out my gay issues, doesn't he? I can't exactly start coming out with interesting demands just yet."
"How dull."
"If I was you, little bro, I'd be less worried about the standard of lays I'm getting, and more worried about the fact that you've got just over a week left and I'm eighty points up on you."
"Fuck."
"Actually," James says, rubbing the side of his nose. "It is a bit boring."
"Ha," Al gloats.
"So, I had an idea," James says and Al looks at him.
"Go on."
"We should try to have him one after another, quick as we can."
"How're we going to swing that?" Al asks, looking intrigued.
"Easy," James shrugs. "I'll set something up with him, let you know where. You can keep an eye on the map, then all you have to do is find him after I've left and make it look like a coincidence."
"Fuck," Al grins. "I like it."
"Thought you would," James laughs.
"Except I want to go first."
"Of course you do."
"Damn right."
"We can argue about that later," James shrugs. "You're up for it, though?"
"Definitely."
***
part nine: the big revelation
It's time, Scorpius decides, stroking his fingers through dark hair, arching up into the gentle bites which are being trailed across his chest. This particular Potter is, somewhat unexpectedly, very sweet, and Scorpius knows that this is going to be so perfect. It will be better than any of the orgasms from either of them, because poor little Potter will be heartbroken. He might even fail his exams.
Before or after, he wonders. He could fuck Potter, and tell him afterwards, while he's still inside his body, while his come is still cooling on Scorpius' skin. Or during, when his hips are snapping against that lithe body, pressing into the clenching heat of Potter's arse - he could lean over and whisper the words into Potter's ear. Or before, right now, before they've really done anything. He wonders if Potter will still go through with it once he knows, and the desire to find out is too strong.
"I've been fucking your brother, you know," Scorpius says casually, but Potter hardly falters. Scorpius frowns. "About ten minutes ago, actually," he adds.
"Yeah?" Potter asks. "He any good?"
Scorpius blinks, not expecting such a reaction, or to be frank, lack of a reaction.
"Very," he says, and suddenly there are hands squeezed tight on his arse, fingers creeping along his crack, skimming over his hole, and the teeth assaulting his chest become anything but gentle.
"Tell me about it," Potter says, his voice a low rumble as his fingers push inwards.
Rating: Hard R
Pairings: Scorpius/Albus, Scorpius/James
Summary: Scorpius has decided that this year, he wants the brothers Potter, and he is ready to employ every Slytherin trick he knows to get them. Unbeknownst to Scorpius though, the brothers Potter have plans of their own.
Disclaimer: JKR's, not mine.
Warnings: Sex, strong language (mainly from Al – who knew?), recreational drug use. No actual incest, but James and Al do have some discussions that might not be considered entirely brotherly.
Words: ~4500
part one: what i want, i get
Scorpius Malfoy is used to getting what and who he wants. So used to it in fact, that there's no point in wanting ordinary things, or ordinary people. Where's the pleasure in getting the latest broomstick a few days early when a custom-made one by Firebolt's leading engineer is within your grasp? Where's the fun in messing around with a happy, grateful little Hufflepuff when there are so many more interesting prospects? No, Scorpius' desires are always extraordinary.
Scorpius' sixth year starts in three days and as he stands in front of the mirror in his dressing room taking in the sight of his new tailored school robes, he wonders what he wants this year. There is a Ravenclaw boy that everybody wants, likely to be made Head Boy, and as straight-laced as they come. It could be fun, but it's not quite right... It's missing something. And then it comes to Scorpius, and it's so obvious he wonders why he hasn't thought of it before.
The Potter boys, Scorpius decides firmly, smoothing his robes one last time. The girl would be a better catch, if only because everyone knows she's her father's favourite, but she's not really to Scorpius' taste. He'll have time later for purposeful sex with a woman who doesn't excite him, but while he is still young, he feels there's time to indulge in what he actually wants.
And he's decided that this year, he wants the Potters. One would be enough of a coup, but Scorpius has never gone in for half measures and they are both attractive enough to catch his eye. Also both spoiled and self-entitled and obnoxious in their own ways, but Scorpius isn't exactly put off by that. He likes a challenge. And they really are both good to look at. James is taller, a bit broader, and his eyes are a different colour, but beyond that they might be twins. Certainly they look the same around the face, they have the same freckles, and they skulk about together a lot. They're like slightly imperfect copies of each other, and Scorpius honestly doesn't know whether James' smiley brawn or Albus' simmering intensity is more of a turn on. Everyone knows that the Potter boys are best friends as well as brothers, and Scorpius wonders idly if that'll still be true this time next year.
Pleased with his decision, Scorpius turns his mind to his plan of attack. On paper at least, James should be the more difficult prospect. He's a Gryffindor after all, and inter-house unity only goes so far - Slytherins and Gryffindors don't mix. Still though, James is a bit of a devil, a troublemaker, a rebel, and Scorpius is fairly sure he's caught James watching him a few times in the past. James - handsome but not the brightest Lumos in the world - is bound to respond to a bit of casual flirtation and while it will be gratifying, certainly, he is almost looking forward more to Albus. While he might be a Slytherin and so theoretically easier to corner, the younger Potter brother is uptight and moody. It's always been easy to rile him, and Scorpius is keenly aware that a well-placed whisper can tip the balance from the passion of hatred to the passion of something else entirely. Albus has hated Scorpius' guts since first year and that's the kind of challenge Scorpius really appreciates.
***
part two: battle lines are drawn
Two days before school starts, James hasn't mentioned anything, so Al tracks his brother down to the garden. It is a gorgeous summer night, all clear sky and bright stars, the scent of roses and orange blossom heavy in the air, along with the scent of something else.
"Alright, bro?" James asks, looking up from where he's sprawled in the grass. Al gives him a look of tolerant amusement, taking in the reddened eyes and stupid grin.
"You can small that shit from the back door," Al says, sitting down next to James and accepting the joint when it's offered. "What the hell is that?" he asks, coughing as he inhales.
"Muggle weed," James says.
"Ugh."
"It's all Teddy had, don't be such an ungrateful little snot," James says lazily, leaning settling back more comfortably into the grass.
"So," Al says, sprawling out next to his brother and passing the joint back after a few more puffs. "Your last year."
"Yeah," James nods. "Gonna miss our little contests."
"Hmm," Al murmurs, almost an agreement. "Need a good one this year."
"Yeah, I've been thinking about that," James says, pushing himself up onto his elbows and grinning at Al. It's the smile he uses when he wants to get people to do things which are against their better judgement.
"Oh, god," Al groans. "I know that look. Go on, then. It'd better not be staff."
"Better than that," James beams, obviously pleased with himself. "Malfoy."
"Fuck off," Al laughs. "That stuck up little prick?"
"Scared of a challenge, Albus?"
"Fuck off, James. Alright, then. Malfoy."
"Deal," James says, and they shake on it. Al takes the opportunity to pluck what's left of the spliff from James' other hand.
"I still think he's a twat," Al says, exhaling smoke into James' face.
"Pretty one," James reminds him.
"Yeah," Al nods, forced to agree. He digs a little hole in the earth with his finger and drops the roach into it, covering it up again.
"So," James asks, stretching out in the grass. "Tactics?"
"Not sure yet," Al says. "Might just jump him."
"Does that ever work?" James asks.
"More often than you'd expect," Al laughs. "What about you, what're you planning?"
"Nice, dumb Gryffindor, I think," James says.
"That's not tactics, that's being yourself."
"Fuck off, kid. You'll see. I'll have him eating out of my hand inside a week."
"Eating out of your hand?"
"Something like that," James grins.
***
part three: what i want, i get (reprise)
Given that he thinks Albus will be the more difficult proposition, Scorpius decides to focus his attention there for the time being. He stares at Albus boldly, almost rudely, not even trying to reign in the frank look of appraisal on his face. He's honestly surprised when it takes only three days for Albus to corner him in the common room. There are plenty of people milling about but Albus just steps into Scorpius' personal space and lowers his voice to a venomous hiss.
"Seen you watching, Malfoy," he says, and Scorpius has to try not to roll his eyes. Of course Albus has seen him watching.
"Is that right?" he asks.
"Yeah it's right," Albus says, almost sneering the words. "So, Malfoy, I suppose the question is... What do you plan to do about it?"
Scorpius holds back a shiver, looking into green eyes which are almost spitting sparks. Salazar's breath, if he looks this angry and conflicted after a few days of heated glances, what will he be like when Scorpius gets him on his knees?
"Well, I don't know, Potter. Meet me on Friday after Charms and maybe you'll find out."
There is a long, tense silence, and then Albus snarls,
"Fine," as though it's a real drag, turning on his heel and hurrying away. Scorpius has to hide a smile because he never expected it to be this easy, certainly not with Albus.
He doesn't pause to think about it though, because he always gets what he wants.
The same logic applies a few days later, when he catches James Potter smiling at him in the library. It's not Potter's usual smug grin, but a tentative little thing, shy almost, which is not an emotion anyone would usually associate with James Potter. Scorpius smiles back instinctively and that's all it takes for Potter to come trotting over and park himself at Scorpius' table.
"Hello," he grins, and Scorpius gives him the brightest smile he can muster in return. He pretends not to notice the lingering look James gives him and carefully smoothes out the smile on his face as he stares down at his books. He can hardly believe his luck. Too perfect, he thinks, because they stay in the library for almost two hours, and although they barely speak, he can feel James looking at him, quick, nervous glances. Scorpius knows that there is only one reason you look at another person like that: you want them, but you're not sure if you can have them.
Sure enough, it's only a couple of days later when they see each other in the library again. James doesn't smile this time, just sits down next to Scorpius and looks aimlessly through the pile of books on the table for a few minutes before he looks at Scorpius, a slow, sidelong look which takes in the fall of his hair and the expensive cut of his robes. Scorpius knows he looks good, and sure enough, they have only been seated for fifteen minutes when James speaks into the silence.
"I notice you a lot," he whispers, fidgeting a bit.
Scorpius sets down his quill and looks at James quizzically, as though he's confused.
"I mean - I notice you like..." James says, trailing off.
Scorpius quickly hides his smirk, because he'd have to be an idiot not to know exactly how James notices him.
James clears his throat and says, "I'm gay." There's another pregnant pause and then he adds, "I think."
Scorpius wants to hug himself. This is just too perfect.
"Would you like to talk about it?" he offers. "Maybe Saturday after lunch?"
"I'd really like that," James grins.
***
part four: when it's too easy, it's no fun
"James! Hey, James!" Al calls after dinner and James turns, fighting down a smug grin. To his surprise, Albus looks equally full of himself.
"Been looking for you," James says.
"Same," Al grins. "I'm meeting him on Friday," he says triumphantly, at the same time as James says,
"I'm meeting him on Saturday."
"Er - " Al says, deflating a bit.
"What the fuck?" James demands, frowning. "This isn't a challenge."
"I don't get it," Al says.
"Me neither," James says. "C'mon, let's get out of here," he says, taking Al by the elbow and leading him out of sight of the other students. "Well this isn't going to be much fun, is it?" he asks.
"You want to pick someone else?" Al offers as he pushes open the door to a classroom. Seeing that it's empty, they both duck inside.
"No, no," James says, shaking his head and boosting himself up to sit on the Professor's desk. "We just need to think of a way to spice it up a bit."
"Like?" Al asks, leaning back against the first row of desks.
"I'm thinking, shut up," James orders. A second later he clicks his fingers and grins. "Got it!"
"Got what?"
"Points system," James says.
"What?"
"We need a points system," James says. "You know, five for a snog, ten for a handjob, stuff like that."
"That's not a bad idea," Al concedes and James grins. "Let's work this out then," Al says.
"Right," James grins, summoning a sheet of parchment and a quill. Al moves to the Professor's desk as well and they bend their heads over the parchment.
It takes them a while to agree on the number of points for each act - 'I swear to god, Jamie, getting a blowjob from that stuck up bastard is gonna require the same amount of work as getting ten blowjobs from a normal person', 'Don't be ridiculous, Albus you only count the snog if you don't get anything else out of him' - but eventually they have a fairly comprehensive list and scoring system. James copies it onto another sheet for Al, then taps both copies to mix up the letters, hiding everything from prying eyes.
"One month," Al says. "One month, and the one with the most points wins."
"Deal," James grins, shaking Al by the hand.
***
part five: adaptability is key
On Friday after Charms, Scorpius glances at Albus just long enough for it to be obvious that he hasn't forgotten their meeting. Then he turns away and slips out of the door, walking at a steady pace down the corridor. It is only when he is almost to the main doors that he starts to question the wisdom of his plan. Sure, Albus' default setting around Scorpius is angry, and it's easy to nudge anger over the line into lust. However, Albus' schoolboy sulks are almost as legendary as his father's, and Scorpius wonders briefly if Potter might just have gone off in a huff.
He's on the verge of looking over his shoulder for the first time, to see whether Albus is following in the way that Scorpius really wants him to be - trailing along at a safe distance, waiting for Scorpius to bestow some attention upon him. Before he can, Albus appears in front of him and it takes every scrap of Malfoy self control not to express the surprise he feels. Underneath though, he's wondering how the hell Albus managed to get ahead of him, and finding that he very much dislikes the sensation of being wrong-footed by a Potter.
There is a long moment where they just stare at each other, oblivious to the handful of other students around them.
"I think you had something to tell me," Albus says eventually.
"Do you?" Scorpius asks coolly, because he is still fairly sure that the best way to get what he wants here is to annoy Potter into saying or doing something reckless (and hopefully physical).
"Yeah," Albus says heavily and Scorpius can't help showing the shock when Albus reaches forward, his fingers closing tight around Scorpius' wrist.
"What the hell d'you think you're - " Scorpius starts, and tries to wriggle out of the vice-like grip. Albus' fingers just press harder, tight enough that Scorpius would be willing to bet his pale skin will be bruised in the morning, and then Albus tugs hard, leaving Scorpius with no choice but to follow him around a corner and into an alcove usually hidden by a tapestry.
"I said - " Scorpius starts again, before finding himself pressed against the wall, Potter's hand a heavy weight on his shoulder this time, dangerously close to his throat.
"I don't give a fuck what you say," Albus says coldly and then he is kissing Scorpius hard, biting at his lips until they open. Potter's tongue dives into his mouth and for a moment Scorpius forgets to react because this was not how he expected the afternoon to go. Still, the important thing about tactics is knowing when to change them. So maybe Albus doesn't need to be wound up any more than he already is, and maybe Scorpius will have to re-evaluate his ideas about who will end up on their knees. In fact, he will definitely have to re-evaluate that idea, he realises as Albus' hands shove him harder into the wall, his knee working its way between Scorpius' thighs.
"Greenhouses. Ten minutes," Albus says, and Scorpius cannot believe his sheer bloody cheek.
It's almost enough to make him say no, or to walk off in the opposite direction once Potter is gone, but the fact remains that Scorpius is getting what he wants. One way or another.
***
part six: knowledge is power
"Fifty points to me," Al says, muttering the words as he passes James on the way into dinner. He laughs at James' incredulous look and as he sits down at the Slytherin table he raises his eyebrows, shoving his tongue into the inside of his cheek a couple of times. The gesture makes James laugh so hard he has to hide his face and Al grins down at his plate, studiously schooling his expression to indifference.
Of course James corners him after dinner, dragging him off into a corner.
"So?" James demands.
"So what?" Al asks smugly.
"Don't fuck about. Did he really suck you off?"
"Oh, yeah," Al says, grinning.
"Was he any good?"
"Oh, yeah," Al says, his smile growing. "Very good. Seemed to enjoy it, too."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Dirty little bastard came in his trousers."
"Fucking hell!" James laughs. "I'd have liked to have seen that."
"I get points for that, surely?" Al asks.
"Nah, but I've got a package coming in from Teddy this week, I'll give you a freebie."
"Deal."
"If - "
"If?"
"If you agree to a full and frank exchange of information."
"Information like?" Al asks warily.
"Like you tell me if he likes his hair pulled and I'll tell you if he like his nipples chewed. Information like that."
"Why?" Al asks suspiciously.
"Why not?" James shrugs. "We're using totally different tactics, it hardly matters what either of us knows, does it?"
"Why would I want to give you any kind of advantage?"
"Cause I might give you one, too. And I know that look, bro. You want him."
"I've already had him - "
"Not properly - "
"And I told you, I think he's an idiot."
"Yeah, I know. So the sooner you get to fuck some of the stupidity out of him the better, right?"
"Deal," Albus says after a long pause, offering his hand. They shake on it once more.
"C'mon," James says. "Let's go for a smoke and you can tell me all about it."
They slip out of the castle and head to the far shore of the lake, to their usual spot. It's sheltered by a tree on one side and plants on two others, and the lake is directly in front of them. As they settle down next to each other on the shore, James pulls a tin from the inside of his robe and taps the lid with his wand. It expands outwards into a usable tray and Al settles back as James starts skinning up. As soon as it's rolled, James tucks the joint behind his ear and lays out another. The way he licks the paper reminds Al of the way Malfoy looked earlier, on his knees, licking over the head of Al's cock.
"Gimme that," he says, plucking the joint out from behind James' ear and lighting it with the tip of his wand.
"Well?" James demands, lighting his own joint and taking a long drag.
"Hmm?"
"Tell me about it," he says.
"What d'you want to know?" Al asks.
"Everything," James says. "Where did you do it?"
"Behind the greenhouses."
"Ooh, al fresco Albus," James laughs. "Anyone see you?"
"Don't know. Don't think so."
"And he was good?"
"Fuck, yeah. Just opened those pretty pink lips wide and swallowed me right down."
"Uh-huh?" James breathes and Al grins.
"Yeah. Proper eager, he was. Moaning around my cock like a whore, letting me feel his teeth."
"You like that, don't you?" James asks, his voice low and scratchy. "Like it a bit rough."
"Yeah," Al agrees, taking in the slight flush across the top of James' cheekbones. "Jamie?" Al says, nudging James in the side and lowering his voice even though they're alone. "He does like his hair pulled."
"Yeah?" James asks, taking another toke before he goes on, "Did he let you fuck his mouth?"
"Asked me to," Al says and James laughs in delight, shoving at Al's shoulder.
"Remind me why I'm wasting my time getting high with you?"
"Because you're a dirty bastard and you want to hear all about how I earned my fifty points."
"Yeah," James admits. "And you want to tell me," he points out.
"He swallowed," Al says casually, neither confirming nor denying James' claim. "Only missed a little bit, and I spread it all over his lips before he licked it off."
"Jesus. Jesus," James says, and Al doesn't think he's imagining the little tremor in his brother's hand as he lifts his joint to take another drag, this one sharp and abrupt.
"Not with my fingers," Al adds and James chokes on his lungful of smoke in a way Al has never seen him do before.
"And he didn't rip it off?" James asks when his eyes have stopped watering.
"Nah," Al says cockily. "Told you, he liked it. Went off all over himself before I could even get a hand on him, didn't he?"
"Brilliant," James grins. "Looks like I'll have to step up my game, doesn't it?"
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part seven: everyone falls for someone's lines
In the interests of stepping up his game, James decides to forgo dignity. He is already twenty points behind and what matters here is beating Al, and nothing else. So the third time he's alone with Malfoy, James steps up his fumbling uncertainty to such an extent that he's frankly amazed Malfoy doesn't see through it at once.
"I really like you, Scorp," James says, looking up at Malfoy through his eyelashes. "I think you're so gorgeous."
"Do you, now?" Malfoy teases.
"Can I - " James starts and then breaks off as though he's embarrassed, letting his eyes slide away from Malfoy's face. "Can we go to bed?"
"Since you asked so nicely," Malfoy all but purrs, and James has to hold back laughter. Malfoy is such an arrogant little bastard that James can't help admiring it, just a bit. Instead of laughing, he pastes on a daft smile, as though he can't believe his luck.
And in a way, he can't. He follows Malfoy to the Prefects' Bathroom and watches covertly as Malfoy moves about, locking the door with several different spells and casting a Cushioning Charm on a bench. Malfoy looks utterly smug and in control, but James has noticed that he seems to react in spite himself to James' ridiculous 'shy' comments. James is sure, completely sure that this will go the way he wants it to.
And alright, maybe given his choice of tactics the sex will have to be fairly straightforward and ordinary. It's obvious what Malfoy wants, and it doesn't fit in with James' plans. So, reminding himself what he said about dignity, he breaks away from a kiss, biting his lip as though he's unwilling to say what's on his mind.
"Go on," Malfoy says and James swallows dryly.
"I'm - a bit - nervous," he lies, and he's watching close enough to see the quickly hidden flash of triumph in Malfoy's eyes before he kisses James again, pushing him down onto the bench.
"I'll take care of you," Malfoy says, and James tries not to laugh.
So Malfoy thinks he's getting one over on James, and alright, that grates on his nerves a bit - as does the (false) admission of fear. It'll be worth it though, if only for the look on Albus' face when James tells him about it.
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part eight: knowledge is power (reprise)
"One hundred points," James whispers, enunciating each word carefully. Al starts and looks up at him, almost disbelieving.
"When?"
"Oh, about half an hour ago."
"You bastard," Al says, shaking his head, but he looks more envious than really annoyed.
"Told you. Nice, dumb Gryffindor beats moody, angry Slytherin every time. Even with prats like Malfoy."
"Unbelievable," Al scoffs, folding his arms. "What kind of Slytherin is he, anyway, falling for your bullshit."
"I told you, mate. Everyone loves a bit of sweet talk."
"Jammy bastard."
"Nah. I'm fucking brilliant, me."
"Yeah, yeah. You busy?" Al asks, aiming for casual and missing by a mile.
"Oh, you want to know, don't you?" James laughs. "You want to hear."
"Of course I fucking do," Al says. "Come on, let's get out of here. Tell me about it."
Out at the lake again, James can't stop grinning, mainly because Al looks caught between pissed off and desperate to hear.
"Jealous?" James asks smugly.
"No."
"You should be. Prefect's bathroom. Second bench on the left. You should've seen it, he thought he was totally in charge."
"Probably was," Al scoffs.
"You wouldn't be saying that if you'd heard the way he was begging me," James laughs.
"Yeah?"
"Oh, yeah," James says smugly.
"How'd you do it?" Al asks.
"He went on top."
"Then that's only seventy five points, idiot."
"No, idiot, I mean he was riding me. Still fucked him, didn't I?"
"What a waste," Al mourns. "I'd much rather bend him over something, do it that way."
"Yeah, well," James shrugs. "Thinks he's helping me work out my gay issues, doesn't he? I can't exactly start coming out with interesting demands just yet."
"How dull."
"If I was you, little bro, I'd be less worried about the standard of lays I'm getting, and more worried about the fact that you've got just over a week left and I'm eighty points up on you."
"Fuck."
"Actually," James says, rubbing the side of his nose. "It is a bit boring."
"Ha," Al gloats.
"So, I had an idea," James says and Al looks at him.
"Go on."
"We should try to have him one after another, quick as we can."
"How're we going to swing that?" Al asks, looking intrigued.
"Easy," James shrugs. "I'll set something up with him, let you know where. You can keep an eye on the map, then all you have to do is find him after I've left and make it look like a coincidence."
"Fuck," Al grins. "I like it."
"Thought you would," James laughs.
"Except I want to go first."
"Of course you do."
"Damn right."
"We can argue about that later," James shrugs. "You're up for it, though?"
"Definitely."
***
part nine: the big revelation
It's time, Scorpius decides, stroking his fingers through dark hair, arching up into the gentle bites which are being trailed across his chest. This particular Potter is, somewhat unexpectedly, very sweet, and Scorpius knows that this is going to be so perfect. It will be better than any of the orgasms from either of them, because poor little Potter will be heartbroken. He might even fail his exams.
Before or after, he wonders. He could fuck Potter, and tell him afterwards, while he's still inside his body, while his come is still cooling on Scorpius' skin. Or during, when his hips are snapping against that lithe body, pressing into the clenching heat of Potter's arse - he could lean over and whisper the words into Potter's ear. Or before, right now, before they've really done anything. He wonders if Potter will still go through with it once he knows, and the desire to find out is too strong.
"I've been fucking your brother, you know," Scorpius says casually, but Potter hardly falters. Scorpius frowns. "About ten minutes ago, actually," he adds.
"Yeah?" Potter asks. "He any good?"
Scorpius blinks, not expecting such a reaction, or to be frank, lack of a reaction.
"Very," he says, and suddenly there are hands squeezed tight on his arse, fingers creeping along his crack, skimming over his hole, and the teeth assaulting his chest become anything but gentle.
"Tell me about it," Potter says, his voice a low rumble as his fingers push inwards.
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Date: 2009-06-12 09:03 pm (UTC)Poor Scorpius, he's a bit blinded by his own brilliance and sexiness, isn't he?
And the ending! Which Potter was it? Am I right in assuming it's Al, considering Scorp's already had James?
*wibbles* I love the last line, it was beyond perfect!
*And the other Icon, the smoking one...is it...is it..Danny Dyer? coz if it is, I love you so hard for that!*
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Date: 2009-06-12 09:08 pm (UTC)Are they about an inch away from being very bad Potter's indeed and getting closer than the average bro's?
Haha, oh god, I did wonder that myself at one point. Who knows?
Aw, Scorpius. I can't really feel too sorry for him.
In my head the last Potter is James but it's whoever works for you ;)
And YES it is Danny Dyer <3 Ragingly sexy sex god of sex.
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Date: 2009-06-12 10:35 pm (UTC)OH MY GOD I ♥ YOU.
Seriously. You have no idea. I recently developed a
pervydesire to read something exactly like this, so when I saw the pairings and summary I totally died withpervyhappiness.I so, so adore James and Al in this. Um. Yeah.
Is it wrong that I laughed at Scorpius? And not in a good way? I want to know his reaction to realizing that he got played. *snickers*
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Date: 2009-06-12 11:42 pm (UTC)Dude, I have no idea where this even came from! Devilish Potters! It only actually popped into my head a couple of days ago. Great minds think alike, eh?
Hahaha, no, that's not wrong at all. I laughed at him too. A lot.
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Date: 2009-06-13 02:32 am (UTC)Al and James smoking out and discussing fucking Scorpius is BRILLIANT. The point system? THEY MADE A POINTS SYSTEM. I just... DIED.
It's *DANGEROUS* letting you write them. (Please write some more)
Oh and James? Pretending to be the dumb Gryffindor? HA!
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Date: 2009-06-13 10:42 am (UTC)This weirdness is all your fault, you know.
omg I might actually write more because I had a wicked dream last night about what might happen next (and I never remember my dreams, so I'm taking this as a sign).
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Date: 2009-06-13 06:04 am (UTC):D
I really enjoyed this, and I wonder how both parties would feel to discover there was a competition of sorts going on. Would they care, or are they having too much fun?
I feel awfully greedy for saying this, but you know, you've really written yourself into a James/Scorpius/Albus corner here. I feel a threesome NEEDS to be written to round this story off.
*nods*
Oh, yes; a threesome.
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Date: 2009-06-13 10:48 am (UTC)Re; the threesome - I've never written one before but yeah, I have definitely sort of left myself with that option. I may have a stab at it.
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Date: 2009-06-13 07:32 am (UTC)Not evening kidding. This was so sexy and delicious in all the right ways and I love how ambiguous you were at the end with just using "Potter." Can we get a sequel with James/Scorpius/Albus? Pretty please? *doe eyes*
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Date: 2009-06-13 10:49 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it, and a sequel is a distinct possibility, I never realised how much fun wicked Potters could be.
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Date: 2009-06-13 07:36 am (UTC)James trying to get Scorpius by playing dumb was brilliant and hilarious!
Al with his foul mouth and testy behavious was perfect.
I loved how Al hated smoking the joint the first time but kept coming back for more!
There needs to be a sequel, need to know if Scorpius finds out about the contest between the boys and if he does what is he going to do about it! How will the boys handle it if Scorpius confronts them
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Date: 2009-06-13 10:51 am (UTC)Hee, I am actually pondering a sequel. We shall see.
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Date: 2009-06-13 01:15 pm (UTC)And the Potter boys so bad, toking it up and getting off on each other's exploits. They'll be giving Lorcan and Lysander a run for their money soon.
I'm joining the chorus to beg for a threesome follow-up? Pretty please? And maybe Scorp could get his Slytherin own back?
ETA: oh, def James at the end, cause Al was being pouty and I bet James gave into him and let him go first. Spoiled younger brother that he is...
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Date: 2009-06-13 01:47 pm (UTC)Ahh the chorus is deafening! I've never written actual threesome before, but I'll have a go.
Haha yeah, that was my thinking about the end too. I sense that Al gets his way an awful lot.
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Date: 2009-06-14 08:59 am (UTC)That was so unbelievably sexy and funny and and guh. I seem to be saying that a lot for your stories, but it's because they really, truly are. James just cracked me up and oh Albus, even though you're supposed to be cunning the Slytherin, it looks like your brother's beaten you to it. And OMG I'd love to see the look on their faces when the truth finally comes out. A brilliant story. Loved it!
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Date: 2009-06-14 09:21 am (UTC)Great fic!!
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Date: 2009-06-14 04:13 pm (UTC)Threesome! Threesome! Threesome!
sorry, couldn't resist :)
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Date: 2009-06-15 08:13 am (UTC)I did sort of start a sequel last night, though.
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Date: 2009-06-17 08:29 pm (UTC)normally would be so squicked by a story like this
Me. Too. (Really, I just..have no idea what has gone wrong in my head.) I'm glad you liked it in spite of the severe boogedyboogedy nature.
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Date: 2009-07-12 03:00 am (UTC)The Potter brothers getting hot talking about what they've done with Scorpius just kills me. Umm, that's very incestuous, boys.
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Date: 2010-11-08 08:10 am (UTC)Genius.
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Date: 2011-08-12 08:43 pm (UTC)shoving his tongue into the inside of his cheek a couple of times.</i ROFL!!! And the competitive nature between Albus and James but they get along the whole time. How they talk to each other is perfection topped with some really pretty ribbon and bow. Scorpius thinking he's pulling one over on them. OMG! *dies laughing* And thinking how easy they are and so damn funny. I love him and his snotty pretty ways. Oh and James dumb gryffindor act, LMAO FOREVER!!!!! So many lines I loved. So much was just great. You are brilliant, this was brilliant. OMG I love this fic so hard.
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Date: 2011-08-20 09:02 pm (UTC)OH BOYS. I love it when James and Al get along because essentially they are both dicks. Just in a Gryffindor or Slytherin kind of way. Still. Dicks. And oh Scorpius. Just like Daddy, he thinks he's soooo cunning but the Potters always come out on top. So to speak.
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