fic: Morning People (1/1)
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leashy_bebesTitle: Morning People
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Teddy/James Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Summary: James isn't just a morning person, he's a horny morning person. Teddy, unfortunately, is not.
Notes/Warnings: Written for the sleepy/unconscious square at kink bingo so non/dub-con for sleep-sex (er. sleep-humping?), but Teddy is fully on board once he wakes up.
Word Count: ~900
Disclaimer: JKR's, not mine.
James opened his eyes and found he'd curled onto his side into the night, Teddy behind him with an arm loosely draped over James's waist. He could hear Teddy's breath, feel it skimming over the back of his neck and wriggled happily into the sheets. It might technically have been Teddy's flat but James was there often enough that the sheets had picked up the smell of James's aftershave as well as Teddy's shampoo and minty shower-gel.
"Teddy?" James asked quietly.
Teddy didn't respond, not even a hitch in his breathing, and James huffed out a sigh. Teddy was wonderful – handsome, funny, sweet, dynamite in bed, and pretty much everything James had wanted since he was fourteen. (Except they didn't speak about that because it made Teddy feel guilty as though he'd been the one with an age-inappropriate crush.) The man's only downside really was that he was not a morning person. And James really was. He liked being awake as the sky got light, liked that quiet time when it was just the two of them. Well, just him and Teddy's unconscious body.
In all honesty James didn't like that so much, because he was not only a morning person, he was a horny morning person. It didn't help to have a living, breathing (snoring, damn it) wet-dream curled up behind him. Under the sheet, James snuck a hand down and cupped his dick, hard from half-formed dreams and shifted back a little against Teddy. It could still conceivably be passed off as subtle. Just.
There was still nothing from behind him though, so James gave up on plausible deniability and turned onto his side. For a moment he just looked at Teddy. His hair was plain for once, a deep golden brown that James secretly liked best of all, and it managed to both fall into his face and stick up at the back. His eyelashes looked impossibly long and black, arrayed against his sleep-flushed cheek. He had one hand under his head and the other loosely fisted at about chest level on the bed between them, as though he'd fallen asleep in the act of reaching for James. The sheet covered everything that James was rather single-mindedly focused on at the time, but Teddy still took his breath away, always did.
The white sheet was thin, draped across their lower bodies and it made Teddy look like a work of art, one of those Muggle sculptures from Greece or somewhere, of an impossibly perfect boy, to beautiful to be real. James touched Teddy's thigh through the sheet, just a fleeting movement. His left leg was hitched up a little, the sheet dipping between his legs, and if he hadn't so clearly been asleep, James would have thought it a deliberate pose.
"You only do this to annoy me," James whispered. "Look at you."
Teddy shifted just a little, nuzzling deeper into the pillow and inadvertently dragging the sheet down so it showed a first hint of the sweet curve of his arse. James gritted his teeth and decided to hell with dignity, and possibly to hell with his status as someone who was not a massive creep. He didn't bother to be cautious about it this time, reaching under the sheet and stroking himself from root to tip, running his thumb over his slit.
His eyes flickered over Teddy, his face and his slimly muscled arms, down the stretch of his spine. Something in him gave in and he edged over a little, close enough to feel the warmth rising from Teddy's body, and then again, close enough that, as he stroked himself, his knuckles just grazed the firm muscle of Teddy's thigh. He paused for a second, the air suddenly very hot around him. Teddy shifted again and James thought for a moment he would wake and put an end to this. Instead Teddy muttered in his sleep and turned his head, face rubbing against the pillow like a cat.
James couldn't resist any longer, hitching his hips forward enough to rub his cock over Teddy's thigh. He felt a flush of something that should probably have been shame but felt more like lust and pressed his fingers to his own mouth, holding back a moan. Teddy was so relaxed, so unconcerned, just sprawled there while James rocked against him, dragging his cock over soft skin and dark, wiry hairs, beautiful and perfect and so completely James's.
It didn't take long at all for James to finish himself off, biting down on his own fingers as he did, his come making the sheet stick to Teddy's thigh. And then, quick as a flash, Teddy was on him, hands catching up James's wrists and pressing them to the pillow above his head.
"How – " James gasped. "How long have you been awake?"
"Not long," Teddy said, and it was clearly true, his eyes still a little hazy with sleep, his voice scratchy.
"Oh god. Oh god," James said, feeling himself blush bright red while he tried to dredge up an apology.
Teddy just looked at him for a moment, one eyebrow quirked in expectation. He could only hold the face for a moment though, and it quickly disintegrated into a broad grin before he leaned down and kissed James.
"Kinky little bugger. Although, you know, there's some things I wouldn't mind being woken up for."
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Teddy/James Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Summary: James isn't just a morning person, he's a horny morning person. Teddy, unfortunately, is not.
Notes/Warnings: Written for the sleepy/unconscious square at kink bingo so non/dub-con for sleep-sex (er. sleep-humping?), but Teddy is fully on board once he wakes up.
Word Count: ~900
Disclaimer: JKR's, not mine.
James opened his eyes and found he'd curled onto his side into the night, Teddy behind him with an arm loosely draped over James's waist. He could hear Teddy's breath, feel it skimming over the back of his neck and wriggled happily into the sheets. It might technically have been Teddy's flat but James was there often enough that the sheets had picked up the smell of James's aftershave as well as Teddy's shampoo and minty shower-gel.
"Teddy?" James asked quietly.
Teddy didn't respond, not even a hitch in his breathing, and James huffed out a sigh. Teddy was wonderful – handsome, funny, sweet, dynamite in bed, and pretty much everything James had wanted since he was fourteen. (Except they didn't speak about that because it made Teddy feel guilty as though he'd been the one with an age-inappropriate crush.) The man's only downside really was that he was not a morning person. And James really was. He liked being awake as the sky got light, liked that quiet time when it was just the two of them. Well, just him and Teddy's unconscious body.
In all honesty James didn't like that so much, because he was not only a morning person, he was a horny morning person. It didn't help to have a living, breathing (snoring, damn it) wet-dream curled up behind him. Under the sheet, James snuck a hand down and cupped his dick, hard from half-formed dreams and shifted back a little against Teddy. It could still conceivably be passed off as subtle. Just.
There was still nothing from behind him though, so James gave up on plausible deniability and turned onto his side. For a moment he just looked at Teddy. His hair was plain for once, a deep golden brown that James secretly liked best of all, and it managed to both fall into his face and stick up at the back. His eyelashes looked impossibly long and black, arrayed against his sleep-flushed cheek. He had one hand under his head and the other loosely fisted at about chest level on the bed between them, as though he'd fallen asleep in the act of reaching for James. The sheet covered everything that James was rather single-mindedly focused on at the time, but Teddy still took his breath away, always did.
The white sheet was thin, draped across their lower bodies and it made Teddy look like a work of art, one of those Muggle sculptures from Greece or somewhere, of an impossibly perfect boy, to beautiful to be real. James touched Teddy's thigh through the sheet, just a fleeting movement. His left leg was hitched up a little, the sheet dipping between his legs, and if he hadn't so clearly been asleep, James would have thought it a deliberate pose.
"You only do this to annoy me," James whispered. "Look at you."
Teddy shifted just a little, nuzzling deeper into the pillow and inadvertently dragging the sheet down so it showed a first hint of the sweet curve of his arse. James gritted his teeth and decided to hell with dignity, and possibly to hell with his status as someone who was not a massive creep. He didn't bother to be cautious about it this time, reaching under the sheet and stroking himself from root to tip, running his thumb over his slit.
His eyes flickered over Teddy, his face and his slimly muscled arms, down the stretch of his spine. Something in him gave in and he edged over a little, close enough to feel the warmth rising from Teddy's body, and then again, close enough that, as he stroked himself, his knuckles just grazed the firm muscle of Teddy's thigh. He paused for a second, the air suddenly very hot around him. Teddy shifted again and James thought for a moment he would wake and put an end to this. Instead Teddy muttered in his sleep and turned his head, face rubbing against the pillow like a cat.
James couldn't resist any longer, hitching his hips forward enough to rub his cock over Teddy's thigh. He felt a flush of something that should probably have been shame but felt more like lust and pressed his fingers to his own mouth, holding back a moan. Teddy was so relaxed, so unconcerned, just sprawled there while James rocked against him, dragging his cock over soft skin and dark, wiry hairs, beautiful and perfect and so completely James's.
It didn't take long at all for James to finish himself off, biting down on his own fingers as he did, his come making the sheet stick to Teddy's thigh. And then, quick as a flash, Teddy was on him, hands catching up James's wrists and pressing them to the pillow above his head.
"How – " James gasped. "How long have you been awake?"
"Not long," Teddy said, and it was clearly true, his eyes still a little hazy with sleep, his voice scratchy.
"Oh god. Oh god," James said, feeling himself blush bright red while he tried to dredge up an apology.
Teddy just looked at him for a moment, one eyebrow quirked in expectation. He could only hold the face for a moment though, and it quickly disintegrated into a broad grin before he leaned down and kissed James.
"Kinky little bugger. Although, you know, there's some things I wouldn't mind being woken up for."