holiday fic for mabonwitch: Snow In The Morning (1/1)

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Title: Snow In The Morning
Pairing: James Sirius/Scorpius
Rating: PG
Summary: Getting There outtake. Scorpius just wants to sleep. But it's snowing, and James is not above bribery.
Word Count: ~900



"Hey," James says, shaking Scorpius gently. He just mutters and turns onto his side away from James, dragging the covers with him. "Hey," James says a bit louder.

"Hmm?"

"Wake up," James urges.

Scorpius rubs a hand over his face and murmurs, "J'mes?"

"I should hope so," James says, pressing a kiss to Scorpius's shoulder, the skin sleep-warm and soft under his mouth. "Unless you're in the habit of waking up in anyone else's bed."

"Stupid. Time is it?" Scorpius asks, turning back towards James, who just shrugs.

"Early. Late. Take your pick. It's snowing."

Scorpius mutters something uncharitable and tugs on a lock of James's hair. "Did you wake me up to tell me that?"

"Well. Yeah," James admits.

Scorpius groans and pushes himself up on one elbow to look behind James at the clock. "Ten to three in the morning," he says flatly. "You – you realise we both have to up for work in less than five hours?"

"But," James says reasonably, grabbing at Scorpius's hand. "It's snowing."

Yanking the sheets up over his head, Scorpius says, "Good, fine, okay. Wake me at a civilised hour."

"Oh, no, come on," James protests. "We need to go and play."

Scorpius pulls the sheet down just enough to look at James with one critical grey eye. "You realise we're not actually five?"

"Which has nothing to do with arsing about in the snow," James insists, pulling the sheets out of Scorpius's hands. He just groans and turns his face into the pillows.

"Come ooon," James wheedles. "Half an hour."

"No chance."

"Fifteen minutes?"

"Nope."

"Ten?"

"Nope."

"Fifteen and a blowjob?"

***

Ten minutes later they're in the street outside James's flat, bundled up in the warmest clothes they've been able to find. James kicks at the deepest drifts of snow, chucks a handful of it up into the air to watch it drift back down, turns his face up to feel the cool flakes kiss his cheeks. When he turns to see Scorpius still standing by the front door, shivering and looking faintly bemused by his antics, James can't help feeling disappointed.

"Boring," he tuts.

"What do you expect me to do?" Scorpius asks, tugging his hat lower and James's borrowed scarf higher so only his eyes and the bridge of his nose are visible.

"God," James mutters, walking back to Scorpius to look at him critically. "You couldn't be more of an only child if you tried," he says, taking Scorpius's hand and pulling him out into the snow.

"What?" Scorpius demands. "I don't see what's so wonderful about the freezing bloody cold at three in the morning."

James clutches at his heart and pretends to stagger. "Snowball fights! Snowmen! Igloo! Making snow angels! Burying Albus in a snow drift!"

Scorpius laughs at that, at least, and it makes his eyes go soft, warm. James reaches out one finger and moves Scorpius's scarf to reveal his pink lips. They share a lingering kiss and when they part James says, "See? Kissing in the snow. Horribly romantic."

"Horribly cold," Scorpius corrects, but he doesn't look too annoyed.

"Soulless," James sighs, turning away to kick at the snow again. "My boyfriend is soulless."

He hears the crisp crunch of Scorpius's footsteps on the couple of inches or so of snow that's already settled. A glance over his shoulder shows James he's heading back for the shelter of the porch.

"Bo-ring," he calls again, adding, "You don't get a blowjob for standing there shivering and looking pathetic for fifteen minutes."

James is busily leaping from foot to foot along the pavement, leaving huge spaced-out footprints when a snowball explodes against the back of his head and he yelps, brushing snow from his hair. He turns to see Scorpius laughing helplessly, great icy puffs of breath hanging in the air among the snowflakes.

"Ah, you little shit! See if I lend you my scarf again."

James glares and bends down to scoop up a double handful of snow, quickly moulding it into a workable weapon. Scorpius straightens up and hares off down the road.

"Yeah, you better run!"

By the time they stop they're both peppered all over with snow and breathless. Scorpius looks so absurdly gorgeous with his hat discarded and snow in his hair that James can't do anything but pull him in and kiss him. Because he's beautiful, and he's warm in James's arms, and James just loves him so much. Scorpius laughs against his mouth, apparently surprised by the kiss before he winds his arms around James's neck and eases into his embrace.

Not five seconds later, a window opens nearby and a disgruntled voice shouts, "Oi! D'you know what bloody time it is?"

Scorpius laughs again and grabs James's hand, pulling him back towards the flat. As James reaches around Scorpius to unlock the front door, Scorpius turns and says, "That was way more than fifteen minutes. I'm going to want more than a blowjob."

"We can negotiate," James promises, pushing the door open. "Get your arse up those stairs."

***

They're both worse than useless at work the next day, and Scorpius sends an owl demanding James take him out for lunch and buy him three coffees. It's more than worth it.




last post of the evening, guys, i swear /0\

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