FIC: A Turn For The Bizarre (2/5)
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leashy_bebesTitle: A Turn For The Bizarre (2/5)
Pairing: Teddy/Albus Severus
Rating: R
Length: ~1400
Summary: Teddy goes shopping, and ponders the nature of madness.
Warnings: Cross-dressing, maybe a slight creepy-uncle vibe from Teddy. Less unintentional, this time. ADW: 25/17
Disclaimer: JKR's, not mine
Teddy likes to think of himself as something of a man of the world, when it comes to sex at least. He's now realising exactly how naive that is. Because while he's had men and women in the past (both at once, a few times), and while he's had what he considers to be some fairly kinky sex, he doesn't remember ever having such a visceral reaction as he'd had to Al. Looking at it objectively, the outfit he'd caught Al wearing was fairly ridiculous, the blouse old-fashioned and the skirt too young. Even before it was smudged and smeared by the tracks of Al's tears, or rubbed away altogether by Teddy's thumb, the makeup looked clumsily applied. And as for those bloody ridiculous white y-fronts, they should make Teddy laugh every time he so much as thinks about it. He's not laughing, though. Far from it.
Instead, he's working his way through the crowds of Muggles on Oxford Street on a busy Saturday morning, trying to work up the guts to go into a lingerie shop so he can follow through on his offer to Al. The offer was made in the heat of the moment, primarily to watch Al blush again – Merlin help him, but Teddy thinks he's already addicted to that blush - but as he's thought about it (every spare second of the day) he's decided he'll do it. Leaving Teddy's own thoughts and desires to one side, he can't imagine how Al must be feeling, carrying such a secret. His initial panic, verging on outright terror, when Teddy walked in on him were enough to make it clear that this is a secret he would do anything to protect. And that means he must really want it. Maybe even need it.
Teddy is burningly curious, wondering when it started, how, what it was that first drew Al to dress in women's clothes. He'd wanted to ask, after that time, when Al was silently changing back into jeans and a t-shirt. So many questions had been on the tip of his tongue, just waiting to be asked, but he'd held them all back. For once in his life, he doesn't want to push this. So, if all Al wants is some pretty clothes, and someone who knows, and will keep, his secret, then that's what Teddy will give him, no questions asked. For now.
Teddy has a few ideas about what he wants to buy, but they are all horribly vague, apart from one thing. The lipstick is the easiest and most obvious. It can't be that candyfloss pink Al had managed to get hold of last time, it just can't. Red. As soon as Teddy started thinking about it, he knew it would have to be red, a deep, dark, delicious red that would contrast with Al's softly tanned skin. That was easy enough to pick up in a Muggle pharmacy, along with a few other bits that Teddy needed for himself. It got trickier after that, and now he's meandering through the crowds and he's passed the same two lingerie shops at least three times.
Teddy turns another corner and ducks into a book shop. As he idly flicks through a book about a Muggle war, he wonders exactly how you go mad. Whether it happens gradually, or whether it can be brought on in an instant by the sight of a skinny seventeen year old boy in a skirt and smudged makeup. He also wonders whether the fact that he knows what he's doing is mad means that he himself is not mad. Surely if he'd actually lost his mind, then the weirdness in the fact that he's working up the nerve to buy sexy women's lingerie for his decidedly male Godbrother wouldn't even occur to him.
Teddy's not sure whether to be comforted by that or not. He knows exactly what he is doing, even if he's not sure of why. This is ridiculous, he tells himself, setting the book down and turning to leave the shop, walking directly to the lingerie shop. It's not like he's never bought underwear for someone before. Yeah. That's the line and he's sticking to it.
The inside of the shop is cool, upbeat music playing over the speakers. The items are on mannequins or folded neatly on dark pink and black display stands. They are all very beautiful, and none of them are cheap. He's gone for the higher end type of shop, as Al doesn't really seem the type for slutty. Of course, three weeks ago, Teddy would have said that he didn't seem the type for cross-dressing, so who knows? Still, he doesn't want Al thinking that he's nothing more than some kind of lecher.
He lingers over a garter belt but opts for plain stockings instead, sheer black with a froth of black lace hiding the elasticated band at the top that will hold them in place, make them cling to Al's thighs. And Teddy knows he really shouldn't be imagining it, because he has no idea whether he'll actually get it or not, whether Al will even want to let him see. But fuck, he can already see it in his mind's eye, Al's lean coltish legs wrapped all around in softest, silky black material. And right, Teddy really needs to get a grip before he gets too hard to be in here without looking like a colossal pervert. And there's another thing he's not going to think about right now.
Having settled on the stockings, it seems like everything clicks into place and the next hour passes in a blur of underwear and dresses and make up and yeah, she'd kill me if I got the wrong shade, said with every effort at a straight face. On the walk back to his flat, Teddy feels like he's bouncing down the street, and he can't quite put his finger on what it is about doing this that makes him so happy. It's not the idea of Al looking like a girl – because he really doesn't, wouldn't even in all this get up. He might have pretty eyes and lips, but no amount of lingerie or outer clothes could detract from the maleness of his jaw, his ridiculous hair and his lean, hard body.
Last time, the clothes seemed to actually accentuate Al's masculinity. Teddy isn't sure exactly how a skirt and a blouse made him realise that little Albus had grown up into a seriously sexy young man. He is obviously willing to experiment a little, which is a quality Teddy always looks for in a...well, he's not sure exactly what Al is to him now. Other than, apparently, a burgeoning obsession. He's never been particularly interested in cross dressing, for himself or a partner. It doesn't turn him off, but it doesn't do anything for him either way. Or so he thought, anyway. Apparently, when Al is added to the equation it definitely does. It's been less than a fortnight since it happened, and Teddy has already lost count of the times his thoughts have wandered to Al's little secret. And that's nothing to the dreams. Dangerous, edgy dreams from which he wakes hard and desperate, his head reeling with afterimages of high heels, skimpy dresses, and Albus, hard and desperate and gorgeous.
When he gets home, Teddy can't pretend anymore about the direction his thoughts have taken, and he goes straight to his bedroom and drops his purchases on the bed. He can't think about anything beyond how Al would look in the things he'd bought, the lipstick and the stockings and fuck, Teddy is aching. He fumbles briefly over his jeans, hissing at the relief of pressure before he shoves his clothes down to his hips and wraps a hand around his cock. Ever since the last time, Teddy feels like a bloody teenager all over again, always on the edge of turned on. This time, he doesn't get as far as sitting, much less getting out of his clothes.
Bloody Albus.
Two days later, Teddy packs everything neatly and when he's over at the Potters' for breakfast, he takes the opportunity to stash it in the bottom of Al's wardrobe, carefully not thinking twice.
Part 3
Pairing: Teddy/Albus Severus
Rating: R
Length: ~1400
Summary: Teddy goes shopping, and ponders the nature of madness.
Warnings: Cross-dressing, maybe a slight creepy-uncle vibe from Teddy. Less unintentional, this time. ADW: 25/17
Disclaimer: JKR's, not mine
Teddy likes to think of himself as something of a man of the world, when it comes to sex at least. He's now realising exactly how naive that is. Because while he's had men and women in the past (both at once, a few times), and while he's had what he considers to be some fairly kinky sex, he doesn't remember ever having such a visceral reaction as he'd had to Al. Looking at it objectively, the outfit he'd caught Al wearing was fairly ridiculous, the blouse old-fashioned and the skirt too young. Even before it was smudged and smeared by the tracks of Al's tears, or rubbed away altogether by Teddy's thumb, the makeup looked clumsily applied. And as for those bloody ridiculous white y-fronts, they should make Teddy laugh every time he so much as thinks about it. He's not laughing, though. Far from it.
Instead, he's working his way through the crowds of Muggles on Oxford Street on a busy Saturday morning, trying to work up the guts to go into a lingerie shop so he can follow through on his offer to Al. The offer was made in the heat of the moment, primarily to watch Al blush again – Merlin help him, but Teddy thinks he's already addicted to that blush - but as he's thought about it (every spare second of the day) he's decided he'll do it. Leaving Teddy's own thoughts and desires to one side, he can't imagine how Al must be feeling, carrying such a secret. His initial panic, verging on outright terror, when Teddy walked in on him were enough to make it clear that this is a secret he would do anything to protect. And that means he must really want it. Maybe even need it.
Teddy is burningly curious, wondering when it started, how, what it was that first drew Al to dress in women's clothes. He'd wanted to ask, after that time, when Al was silently changing back into jeans and a t-shirt. So many questions had been on the tip of his tongue, just waiting to be asked, but he'd held them all back. For once in his life, he doesn't want to push this. So, if all Al wants is some pretty clothes, and someone who knows, and will keep, his secret, then that's what Teddy will give him, no questions asked. For now.
Teddy has a few ideas about what he wants to buy, but they are all horribly vague, apart from one thing. The lipstick is the easiest and most obvious. It can't be that candyfloss pink Al had managed to get hold of last time, it just can't. Red. As soon as Teddy started thinking about it, he knew it would have to be red, a deep, dark, delicious red that would contrast with Al's softly tanned skin. That was easy enough to pick up in a Muggle pharmacy, along with a few other bits that Teddy needed for himself. It got trickier after that, and now he's meandering through the crowds and he's passed the same two lingerie shops at least three times.
Teddy turns another corner and ducks into a book shop. As he idly flicks through a book about a Muggle war, he wonders exactly how you go mad. Whether it happens gradually, or whether it can be brought on in an instant by the sight of a skinny seventeen year old boy in a skirt and smudged makeup. He also wonders whether the fact that he knows what he's doing is mad means that he himself is not mad. Surely if he'd actually lost his mind, then the weirdness in the fact that he's working up the nerve to buy sexy women's lingerie for his decidedly male Godbrother wouldn't even occur to him.
Teddy's not sure whether to be comforted by that or not. He knows exactly what he is doing, even if he's not sure of why. This is ridiculous, he tells himself, setting the book down and turning to leave the shop, walking directly to the lingerie shop. It's not like he's never bought underwear for someone before. Yeah. That's the line and he's sticking to it.
The inside of the shop is cool, upbeat music playing over the speakers. The items are on mannequins or folded neatly on dark pink and black display stands. They are all very beautiful, and none of them are cheap. He's gone for the higher end type of shop, as Al doesn't really seem the type for slutty. Of course, three weeks ago, Teddy would have said that he didn't seem the type for cross-dressing, so who knows? Still, he doesn't want Al thinking that he's nothing more than some kind of lecher.
He lingers over a garter belt but opts for plain stockings instead, sheer black with a froth of black lace hiding the elasticated band at the top that will hold them in place, make them cling to Al's thighs. And Teddy knows he really shouldn't be imagining it, because he has no idea whether he'll actually get it or not, whether Al will even want to let him see. But fuck, he can already see it in his mind's eye, Al's lean coltish legs wrapped all around in softest, silky black material. And right, Teddy really needs to get a grip before he gets too hard to be in here without looking like a colossal pervert. And there's another thing he's not going to think about right now.
Having settled on the stockings, it seems like everything clicks into place and the next hour passes in a blur of underwear and dresses and make up and yeah, she'd kill me if I got the wrong shade, said with every effort at a straight face. On the walk back to his flat, Teddy feels like he's bouncing down the street, and he can't quite put his finger on what it is about doing this that makes him so happy. It's not the idea of Al looking like a girl – because he really doesn't, wouldn't even in all this get up. He might have pretty eyes and lips, but no amount of lingerie or outer clothes could detract from the maleness of his jaw, his ridiculous hair and his lean, hard body.
Last time, the clothes seemed to actually accentuate Al's masculinity. Teddy isn't sure exactly how a skirt and a blouse made him realise that little Albus had grown up into a seriously sexy young man. He is obviously willing to experiment a little, which is a quality Teddy always looks for in a...well, he's not sure exactly what Al is to him now. Other than, apparently, a burgeoning obsession. He's never been particularly interested in cross dressing, for himself or a partner. It doesn't turn him off, but it doesn't do anything for him either way. Or so he thought, anyway. Apparently, when Al is added to the equation it definitely does. It's been less than a fortnight since it happened, and Teddy has already lost count of the times his thoughts have wandered to Al's little secret. And that's nothing to the dreams. Dangerous, edgy dreams from which he wakes hard and desperate, his head reeling with afterimages of high heels, skimpy dresses, and Albus, hard and desperate and gorgeous.
When he gets home, Teddy can't pretend anymore about the direction his thoughts have taken, and he goes straight to his bedroom and drops his purchases on the bed. He can't think about anything beyond how Al would look in the things he'd bought, the lipstick and the stockings and fuck, Teddy is aching. He fumbles briefly over his jeans, hissing at the relief of pressure before he shoves his clothes down to his hips and wraps a hand around his cock. Ever since the last time, Teddy feels like a bloody teenager all over again, always on the edge of turned on. This time, he doesn't get as far as sitting, much less getting out of his clothes.
Bloody Albus.
Two days later, Teddy packs everything neatly and when he's over at the Potters' for breakfast, he takes the opportunity to stash it in the bottom of Al's wardrobe, carefully not thinking twice.
Part 3
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Date: 2010-04-29 12:19 am (UTC)And, of course, can't wait for the next part ^^
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Date: 2010-04-29 02:16 am (UTC)Your description of those stockings, and Al's legs clad in them, is to die for.
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