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fic: Cold Hands, Hot Bodies
Title: Cold Hands, Hot Bodies
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: James Sirius/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17
Summary: James has been practicing altitude flying and Scorpius rather likes one of the side effects.
Notes: Written for my temperature square play at kink bingo. Part of the Getting There 'verse. Title from a song by You say Party! We Say Die!
Disclaimer: JKR's, not mine
Word Count: ~1600
James has been practicing altitude flying for the last couple of days and he absolutely loves it. The rush when cloud curls around his feet is worth the way his hands feel frozen to the broomstick. He finds something else to make up for it as well, in the way Scorpius's eyes go dark when James hooks a hand around the back of his neck and kisses him. His shivers seem to be down to more than the cold when James drags his chilled fingers briefly over Scorpius's collarbone.
They're due at James's parents for dinner though, so he doesn't get to properly explore Scorpius's apparent fascination with his cold fingers until the next night. He Apparates straight home after training and finds Scorpius just getting in, placing his briefcase by the front door. James doesn't even bother pulling off his outer robes, just backs Scorpius up against the door, kissing him hard. He dots his fingertips over the side of Scorpius's throat, fleeting touches, not enough for Scorpius's skin to warm him.
"Wh – ah! What are you doing?" Scorpius asks.
James shrugs and bites his lip. "Experimenting."
"With what?"
"You go all wriggly if I touch you when my hands are cold. I like making you go all wriggly."
"Maniac," Scorpius says affectionately, and it tails off into a groan as James works his hand under Scorpius's shirt and grazes his fingers across the small of his back.
"Like that?" James asks, nuzzling through Scorpius's hair.
"I - er. Yeah, I think I do."
James grins. "Brilliant."
Quickly, easily, James undoes the buttons on Scorpius's shirt, deliberately pressing his cold fingers to Scorpius's nipples. They tighten immediately, and James kisses Scorpius, swallowing his little cry, sliding his hands down over Scorpius's ribs. Scorpius shudders and James laughs, rubbing his hands over all of Scorpius's body that he can reach.
"Bedroom?"
"Right now," Scorpius agrees, curling his fingers in James's Quidditch jersey and pulling him in close.
They stumble a little through the flat, too caught up in kissing each other to look where they're going. Scorpius loses his shirt sometime before they get in the bedroom and James manages to get himself half naked too. Scorpius yanks and tugs at James's tight trousers, his usually dextrous fingers going clumsy when James presses his cold hands against Scorpius's chest, brushing over his nipples again.
"C'mere," James says, drawing Scorpius with him towards the bed.
"How do you want me?"
James bites his lip. "On your back."
Scorpius sprawls out and arches his hips, wriggling halfway out of his suit trousers and rumpling the sharply pressed material out of all recognition. James drags them the rest of the way down and tosses them carelessly aside. He grins down at Scorpius who is a perfect picture of expectation, lip caught between his teeth as he watches James.
James's fingers are already losing some of their raw coldness, becoming just a little chilly instead. Scorpius still shivers out of proportion to the temperature, like James is touching him with solid ice. James always likes touching Scorpius, always feels dizzy and thankful and unspeakably lucky that he gets to. But now, with Scorpius gasping and shaking under him, coming apart, it's even better.
"Scorp?"
"Uh-huh?"
"Trust me?"
"James. Of course."
"Can I use my wand?"
"What? Oh, for – " Scorpius blushes. "Yeah, okay."
"Close your eyes," James whispers, and Scorpius looks at him dubiously. "Do it," he insists. "You trust me, remember?"
"I – okay," Scorpius says and he shuts his eyes obediently.
James has to take a moment just to breathe. Scorpius is so goddamn gorgeous. James just looks, watches until Scorpius is relaxed and then mutters a spell and presses the icy cold tip of his wand to the hollow of that slim, pale throat.
"Ahh - " Scorpius breathes, and James trails the wand slowly down Scorpius's chest. He wriggles, trying to get the wand closer to his nipples and James lifts it away, trailing down the outside of his arm instead. Even that makes him groan throatily, and James laughs.
"Wow. You really like this, don't you?"
"Nng," Scorpius manages as James traces the wand over his wrist.
"Is that a yes?"
"James, please..."
On an impulse, James presses the tip of his wand to Scorpius's armpit. He yells and shies away, whining James's name again.
"What?" James teases, touching the wand to Scorpius's flushed cheeks.
Scorpius's eyes flutter open. "Please - just - I need - "
"Need what? Tell me what to do," James says, lifting the wand away for a moment.
"It's better when it's your hands," Scorpius admits.
"Okay," James says agreeably, and casts several cooling charms on his own hands.
He touches the cold tip of one finger to the dip between Scorpius's collarbones and Scorpius gasps in a deep breath. James grins and draws his finger down Scorpius's chest, scattering kisses across the cool skin he leaves in his wake. Scorpius resorts to clutching handfuls of the sheets to stay still, his body trembling under James's.
"Fuck me," Scorpius pleads, catching hold of James's forearm with one hand. "Fuck me like this, please."
"Oh, god – yeah, alright just – " James shuffles up onto his knees between Scorpius's spread legs and grabs his wand again. Vanishing their clothes normally gets him a bollocking but apparently Scorpius is too far gone to object. James conjures a handful of lube, letting it spread across his fingers. He leaves a scattered trail of oily smudges over Scorpius's skin as he works his way down, caught between amused and turned on by the way Scorpius curses and wriggles and demands now now you stupid fucker oh my god I hate you.
James's fingers are so cold that Scorpius feels superheated inside. He yells and arches against James so much that James thinks he's struggling and starts to back off. Scorpius's hand is like a vice around his wrist and he bites out, "Don't you dare."
James huffs with laughter and bends down, pressing a kiss to Scorpius's shoulder. "Love you."
Before long Scorpius has pushed one of his own fingers inside himself too, warm against James's cold ones. James groans against Scorpius's skin, tracing his free hand up and down Scorpius's ribs to feel him shiver again. James is under no illusions. Once he gets inside Scorpius he's going to have a severely limited amount of time, because he feels like his dick could drill a hole in the wall he's so turned on. But then Scorpius doesn't exactly look like a man who's gearing up for a long drawn-out fuck either. He's flustered and breathing hard, working his hips up against James's hand, one of his feet hooking around James's waist, heel digging into the small of his back.
When James slicks his cock he's all but forgotten his hands are spelled cold and he hisses in shock, hips pumping into his hand, unsure whether he likes the sensation or not. Scorpius just laughs at him, tucking his hands behind his head and waiting with an air of indifference. That soon disappears when James hauls him up by the hips and brushes the head of his cock over Scorpius's slick opening.
"James, James, James – Tease me now and it's blue balls for a month, you – "
James cuts him off with a slow grinding press inside and Scorpius's mouth clicks shut, only to open again on a ragged gasp. Scorpius is just a degree or two off that leaping heat that James is used to but he warms quickly with the friction of their movements, sliding together in a familiar rhythm.
"Touch me," Scorpius says, his voice plaintive.
"Where?" James teases, but Scorpius's reaction takes the joke out of it.
He pins James with storm-grey eyes and says, "Anywhere. Everywhere."
James groans and spreads one hand on Scorpius's stomach, reaching for as much skin as he can find. His other hand inches up Scorpius's thigh to the back of his knee, finding a little haven of warmth to chill, making Scorpius yelp and shiver underneath him. Their sex life has always been more than satisfactory, but James feels for a moment that he'd give it all up for this once in a while, for Scorpius clinging to him and looking completely undone, for the rushing in his ears that feels like flying against the wind. This feels like the edges of something, tip-toeing along a line and any minute they will jump across it together, wrapped in each other.
James leans down for a kiss, and it makes Scorpius's dick slide between them, unbelievably hot against James's skin. Scorpius reaches up and hooks his hand around the back of James's neck, keeping him close as they breathe into each other's mouths. Scorpius's long fingers curling into his hair and tugging once is all it takes to put James over the edge and somewhere in among those last desperate, reckless thrusts, Scorpius comes too, wet and hot between their bodies. His voice is like liquid pleasure pouring over James as he whispers out things that make James crazy – I love you, I love you, James, James, I never want – I need you so much.
Afterwards James pulls Scorpius into his side and they trade kisses and touches as they come down. All is silent for a long moment until James can't keep in a snort of laughter.
"What?" Scorpius demands, poking him in the ribs with a hard finger but giving up easily when James catches hold of his wrist.
"Just thinking about the next time I've got you and ice cubes in the same room."
Scorpius smiles, affectionate in spite of himself and this time his fingers stroke softly.
"Hope it's somewhere nice and public," James says, because really, when does he ever know better.
"Hey!"
He smothers the rest of Scorpius's protest with a kiss and they fall into each other again.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: James Sirius/Scorpius
Rating: NC-17
Summary: James has been practicing altitude flying and Scorpius rather likes one of the side effects.
Notes: Written for my temperature square play at kink bingo. Part of the Getting There 'verse. Title from a song by You say Party! We Say Die!
Disclaimer: JKR's, not mine
Word Count: ~1600
James has been practicing altitude flying for the last couple of days and he absolutely loves it. The rush when cloud curls around his feet is worth the way his hands feel frozen to the broomstick. He finds something else to make up for it as well, in the way Scorpius's eyes go dark when James hooks a hand around the back of his neck and kisses him. His shivers seem to be down to more than the cold when James drags his chilled fingers briefly over Scorpius's collarbone.
They're due at James's parents for dinner though, so he doesn't get to properly explore Scorpius's apparent fascination with his cold fingers until the next night. He Apparates straight home after training and finds Scorpius just getting in, placing his briefcase by the front door. James doesn't even bother pulling off his outer robes, just backs Scorpius up against the door, kissing him hard. He dots his fingertips over the side of Scorpius's throat, fleeting touches, not enough for Scorpius's skin to warm him.
"Wh – ah! What are you doing?" Scorpius asks.
James shrugs and bites his lip. "Experimenting."
"With what?"
"You go all wriggly if I touch you when my hands are cold. I like making you go all wriggly."
"Maniac," Scorpius says affectionately, and it tails off into a groan as James works his hand under Scorpius's shirt and grazes his fingers across the small of his back.
"Like that?" James asks, nuzzling through Scorpius's hair.
"I - er. Yeah, I think I do."
James grins. "Brilliant."
Quickly, easily, James undoes the buttons on Scorpius's shirt, deliberately pressing his cold fingers to Scorpius's nipples. They tighten immediately, and James kisses Scorpius, swallowing his little cry, sliding his hands down over Scorpius's ribs. Scorpius shudders and James laughs, rubbing his hands over all of Scorpius's body that he can reach.
"Bedroom?"
"Right now," Scorpius agrees, curling his fingers in James's Quidditch jersey and pulling him in close.
They stumble a little through the flat, too caught up in kissing each other to look where they're going. Scorpius loses his shirt sometime before they get in the bedroom and James manages to get himself half naked too. Scorpius yanks and tugs at James's tight trousers, his usually dextrous fingers going clumsy when James presses his cold hands against Scorpius's chest, brushing over his nipples again.
"C'mere," James says, drawing Scorpius with him towards the bed.
"How do you want me?"
James bites his lip. "On your back."
Scorpius sprawls out and arches his hips, wriggling halfway out of his suit trousers and rumpling the sharply pressed material out of all recognition. James drags them the rest of the way down and tosses them carelessly aside. He grins down at Scorpius who is a perfect picture of expectation, lip caught between his teeth as he watches James.
James's fingers are already losing some of their raw coldness, becoming just a little chilly instead. Scorpius still shivers out of proportion to the temperature, like James is touching him with solid ice. James always likes touching Scorpius, always feels dizzy and thankful and unspeakably lucky that he gets to. But now, with Scorpius gasping and shaking under him, coming apart, it's even better.
"Scorp?"
"Uh-huh?"
"Trust me?"
"James. Of course."
"Can I use my wand?"
"What? Oh, for – " Scorpius blushes. "Yeah, okay."
"Close your eyes," James whispers, and Scorpius looks at him dubiously. "Do it," he insists. "You trust me, remember?"
"I – okay," Scorpius says and he shuts his eyes obediently.
James has to take a moment just to breathe. Scorpius is so goddamn gorgeous. James just looks, watches until Scorpius is relaxed and then mutters a spell and presses the icy cold tip of his wand to the hollow of that slim, pale throat.
"Ahh - " Scorpius breathes, and James trails the wand slowly down Scorpius's chest. He wriggles, trying to get the wand closer to his nipples and James lifts it away, trailing down the outside of his arm instead. Even that makes him groan throatily, and James laughs.
"Wow. You really like this, don't you?"
"Nng," Scorpius manages as James traces the wand over his wrist.
"Is that a yes?"
"James, please..."
On an impulse, James presses the tip of his wand to Scorpius's armpit. He yells and shies away, whining James's name again.
"What?" James teases, touching the wand to Scorpius's flushed cheeks.
Scorpius's eyes flutter open. "Please - just - I need - "
"Need what? Tell me what to do," James says, lifting the wand away for a moment.
"It's better when it's your hands," Scorpius admits.
"Okay," James says agreeably, and casts several cooling charms on his own hands.
He touches the cold tip of one finger to the dip between Scorpius's collarbones and Scorpius gasps in a deep breath. James grins and draws his finger down Scorpius's chest, scattering kisses across the cool skin he leaves in his wake. Scorpius resorts to clutching handfuls of the sheets to stay still, his body trembling under James's.
"Fuck me," Scorpius pleads, catching hold of James's forearm with one hand. "Fuck me like this, please."
"Oh, god – yeah, alright just – " James shuffles up onto his knees between Scorpius's spread legs and grabs his wand again. Vanishing their clothes normally gets him a bollocking but apparently Scorpius is too far gone to object. James conjures a handful of lube, letting it spread across his fingers. He leaves a scattered trail of oily smudges over Scorpius's skin as he works his way down, caught between amused and turned on by the way Scorpius curses and wriggles and demands now now you stupid fucker oh my god I hate you.
James's fingers are so cold that Scorpius feels superheated inside. He yells and arches against James so much that James thinks he's struggling and starts to back off. Scorpius's hand is like a vice around his wrist and he bites out, "Don't you dare."
James huffs with laughter and bends down, pressing a kiss to Scorpius's shoulder. "Love you."
Before long Scorpius has pushed one of his own fingers inside himself too, warm against James's cold ones. James groans against Scorpius's skin, tracing his free hand up and down Scorpius's ribs to feel him shiver again. James is under no illusions. Once he gets inside Scorpius he's going to have a severely limited amount of time, because he feels like his dick could drill a hole in the wall he's so turned on. But then Scorpius doesn't exactly look like a man who's gearing up for a long drawn-out fuck either. He's flustered and breathing hard, working his hips up against James's hand, one of his feet hooking around James's waist, heel digging into the small of his back.
When James slicks his cock he's all but forgotten his hands are spelled cold and he hisses in shock, hips pumping into his hand, unsure whether he likes the sensation or not. Scorpius just laughs at him, tucking his hands behind his head and waiting with an air of indifference. That soon disappears when James hauls him up by the hips and brushes the head of his cock over Scorpius's slick opening.
"James, James, James – Tease me now and it's blue balls for a month, you – "
James cuts him off with a slow grinding press inside and Scorpius's mouth clicks shut, only to open again on a ragged gasp. Scorpius is just a degree or two off that leaping heat that James is used to but he warms quickly with the friction of their movements, sliding together in a familiar rhythm.
"Touch me," Scorpius says, his voice plaintive.
"Where?" James teases, but Scorpius's reaction takes the joke out of it.
He pins James with storm-grey eyes and says, "Anywhere. Everywhere."
James groans and spreads one hand on Scorpius's stomach, reaching for as much skin as he can find. His other hand inches up Scorpius's thigh to the back of his knee, finding a little haven of warmth to chill, making Scorpius yelp and shiver underneath him. Their sex life has always been more than satisfactory, but James feels for a moment that he'd give it all up for this once in a while, for Scorpius clinging to him and looking completely undone, for the rushing in his ears that feels like flying against the wind. This feels like the edges of something, tip-toeing along a line and any minute they will jump across it together, wrapped in each other.
James leans down for a kiss, and it makes Scorpius's dick slide between them, unbelievably hot against James's skin. Scorpius reaches up and hooks his hand around the back of James's neck, keeping him close as they breathe into each other's mouths. Scorpius's long fingers curling into his hair and tugging once is all it takes to put James over the edge and somewhere in among those last desperate, reckless thrusts, Scorpius comes too, wet and hot between their bodies. His voice is like liquid pleasure pouring over James as he whispers out things that make James crazy – I love you, I love you, James, James, I never want – I need you so much.
Afterwards James pulls Scorpius into his side and they trade kisses and touches as they come down. All is silent for a long moment until James can't keep in a snort of laughter.
"What?" Scorpius demands, poking him in the ribs with a hard finger but giving up easily when James catches hold of his wrist.
"Just thinking about the next time I've got you and ice cubes in the same room."
Scorpius smiles, affectionate in spite of himself and this time his fingers stroke softly.
"Hope it's somewhere nice and public," James says, because really, when does he ever know better.
"Hey!"
He smothers the rest of Scorpius's protest with a kiss and they fall into each other again.
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