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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Scorpius_Malfoy/Albus_Severus_Potter
  Character:
      Scorpius_Malfoy, Albus_Severus_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, fic_request, Fluff, misuse_of_locker_room_showers, First_Time, Oral
      Sex, Hand_Jobs, Scorbus
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-03 Words: 3955
****** Afterglow ******
by Bun
Summary
     After a rough day of quidditch tryouts, team captain Scorpius just
     wants to relax in the showers by himself. Albus gets more than he
     bargained for when trying to surprise his best mate.
Notes
     Both boys are in Slytherin.
Quidditch tryouts had been an utter bust today. There was no focus thanks to
the sheets of icy rain and the way some of the first years were complete shit
at flying. Scorpius had to spend most of his time playing babysitter instead of
team captain. One of the firsties had fallen off his broom from quite a height
and despite Scorpius attempts to catch him, he’d still ended up a little banged
up.
It was just his luck that his first year as captain, during his first tryout to
fill two empty slots on the team, there’d be terrible weather. Scorpius snorted
and started on the straps for his shin guards in a rough way, yanking hard at
the leather. His quidditch uniform was positively soaked and he was chilled to
the bone. He needed a quick shower to rid himself of the mud one of his
potential players had accidentally kicked at him when she landed. The warmth
would be good for him too. A warmth that didn’t stem from his torrid
imagination.
Perhaps luck would be on his side and a shower would rid him of the thoughts
that had lurked in the back of his mind about the team’s Seeker.
The rain had done wicked things to Albus Potter. His quidditch uniform had been
a second skin and more than one aspiring member of the squad had gone unnoticed
because Scorpius was trying, discreetly, to eye his best mate. On the occasions
Albus had caught him he had smiled or rolled his eyes, pretending as if he was
looking for silent support in the travesty that was their tryouts. Of course
his best friend had flashed his sweet smile back or knowingly shook his head.
Later, when Scorpius had calmed himself, he’d whine to Albus and if he were
exceptionally lucky maybe his friend would offer to work out the kinks in his
shoulders from stress. It had happened a few times and Scorpius had almost
thought that Albus had ulterior motives.
No. Albus Potter was as pure as could be. The one time they’d kissed had been
on a dare. Some fifth year Slytherin girls had all but begged them to at the
Halloween dance last year and, being the ‘gentleman’ he was, Scorpius had felt
compelled to oblige them. Neither of them had bothered with dates and, as best
friends, they decided to go together. Those wool-headed girls thought it meant
they were together in a more literal sense and goaded Scorpius into kissing
Albus. It was just to shut them up. That’s what he’d said. That’s what he’d
promised Albus as he pulled back, still grinding his hips into the other young
man’s. It was the sort of kiss that certainly didn’t belong in public and the
girls had been scandalized.
Scorpius was sure he’d frightened Albus too. His friend had stiffened and
squeaked, pulling away and excusing himself. Scorpius had banished himself to a
table until he could recover his senses and his pants weren’t so tight about
his groin.
The memory of Albus’ lips haunted him as he stripped off the last of his gear
and made his way into the showers. They had been softer than he’d expected and
much more willing to part for his tongue than he’d thought Albus would allow.
Groaning, Scorpius turned on the water of the corner shower and before he could
think better of it, he began to stroke himself thinking of those lips. What
would they feel like on his neck? How would Albus kiss him if his hand were on
his cock instead? Scorpius shivered at the idea, moaning his best mate’s name
as the water beat against his chest and his hand worked himself into a frenzy.
"And I thought I was going to get a chance to sneak up on you! You were in
another world while you were getting undressed!" An all too familiar voice
sighed the words behind him and Scorpius froze, holding his erection in one
hand.
Shit shit shit.
He glanced over his shoulder and managed a half smile, swallowing quickly and
hoping that Albus would turn around and take the other shower stall behind him.
The little wooden walls didn’t offer much privacy and if his friend even spared
a glance over the partition he’d see that Scorpius was much more aroused than
he should be when speaking his name.
Luck wasn’t with him today; if there was an opposite of Felix Felicis someone
had put it in his morning tea. Albus slipped off the towel around his hips and
hung it on the little hook at the end of the low wall. Scorpius bit his lip to
withhold a groan at the idea of Albus naked and so close to him. He tried to
shift so his hips were out of sight but the other young man wasn’t the
Slytherin seeker and blind; he blinked as he caught a glimpse at Scorpius’
arousal out of the corner of his eye.
And he wasn’t only keen of sight; Albus’ cheeks reddened instantly when he put
together just why Scorpius had moaned his name.
"W-were you, I mean, shit Scor…were you thinking about me and well…" Albus
swallowed, his hand frozen on the tap as he tried not to boggle at Scorpius’
groin.
"Wanking like mad? Yes. Yes I was. Can you wait till I have everything sorted
till you hex me?" Scorpius tried to will himself to relax, to calm down and the
blood in his body to flow anywhere but south.
Albus wet his lips and leaned against the partition. There was a flush to his
cheeks and a long moment where the only sound was the shower beating on the
tile and Scorpius’ chest.
"Don’t stop." Those two words were possibly the most brave - or most reckless -
Albus Potter had ever spoke. As soon as they left his mouth his face went
scarlet and he stared down at the floor.
The sound of Scorpius’ throaty laugh tore his gaze upwards and when he saw that
his friend had listened to him, he gasped. Scorpius had his hand wrapped around
his cock and he was slowly teasing himself.
He had to be mad. They both had to be mad. But Scorpius had already blown any
cover he had. Albus knew he wanted him and, if he wanted to see how much, why
the hell not? How could he possibly be anymore mortified than he already was?
In a tone that did nothing in showing that embarrassment, Scorpius managed a
reply. “Do you want to hear what I’m imagining, Albus? Do you want to know what
dirty things are on my mind while I wank in front of you?" There was something
lazy to his voice, that stereotypical Malfoy drawl as he steadily met Albus’
eyes.
"Yes." The whisper could barely be heard over the spray of hot water but
Scorpius caught it. This was insane. This was so filthy and Albus was, well,
Albus. He was pure and delicate and should be respected.
Not used as a visual aid in getting off.
The idea that his precious Albus wanted to see this made him stiffen till he
was rock hard under his own hand, pumping faster as he wet his lips and stared
at the object of all his desires. “You looked so hot at the tryouts. I wanted
to knock you off your broom and peel off your uniform. Would you have let me
kiss you while I pinned you down on the pitch? Would you have let me grind
against you till I came?"
There were no words from the dark haired boy, just a nod. Albus’ lips were
parted slightly and one of his hands disappeared behind the partition.
Between ragged little sighs Scorpius clucked his tongue. “No fair. If you get
to watch me, I get to watch you." Scorpius crooked a finger, beckoning his best
mate to come around the short wooden wall into his stall. This was lunacy but
they’d gone too far and if Albus was going to play along…well, Slytherins
weren’t known for passing up golden opportunities.
And it seemed that Albus wasn’t pulling his leg; he rounded the wall and, in
his usual shy fashion, stared at the ground rather than Scorpius when he was on
full display. He was shorter than Scorpius and where Scorpius was broader in
the shoulders Albus was lithe, all toned muscle and built for dashing about
hunting the Snitch.
At the sight of his best mate and the main player in all his fantasies’ naked
body, Scorpius squeezed himself once and did so hard. Just looking at Albus was
almost enough to make him come and he didn’t want to. Not yet.
"Come here." The words were strained and Scorpius gave a short growl at the
end. That sound drew Albus towards him in short, tentative steps, and his hands
rested shyly on Scorpius’ chest.
They didn’t stay there long.
Scorpius snatched one and drew it down his firm chest and stomach. When it
brushed the top of his erection he groaned and met Albus’ eyes once more. His
best mate was nervous, he could see it in the way Albus trembled, and he smiled
in what he prayed was a reassuring manner. “Stroke me? I’ll return the favor."
Albus’ hand was unsteady but, when Scorpius leaned in to press a heated kiss to
his lips, it grew in confidence. It wasn’t the first time he’d touched a dick,
he wanked often enough that it would be silly to think otherwise, but it was
the first time he’d touched anyone else’s. Was it good enough? Did Scorpius
like it harder? Faster? Just as indecision was stalling his motions all thought
left him.
There was a hand on his cock and it most certainly wasn’t his own.
Lost in the sensation of Scorpius touching him, Albus pumped his hand quicker.
His fingers were lightly calloused but they were touching in all the places
that made him crazy when he got himself off. And as Scorpius nibbled Albus’
lower lip, he was sure his friend liked it.
In the midst of their kiss Scorpius smirked, his hand moving at a painfully
slow pace on Albus’ arousal. Teasing was something he delighted in and when the
shorter boy mewled in pleasure he grinned. “I never thought I’d get to do this.
When you ran off at the dance after I kissed you I thought you were disgusted
with me. Had a change of heart, have we Albus? Or did the kiss open your mind
to the idea?"
That slow, Malfoy drawl had Albus scrambling for a grip on Scorpius’ shoulder
with one hand, his other moving even faster on the other young man’s cock. He
could barely focus on his friend’s words thanks to what Scorpius was doing to
his body. “No, you git. I went to jerk off in the loo. I was worried you felt
my hard on through my trousers."
Each word was a challenge for Albus. Scorpius had him in such a state that he
was ready to beg for more, for anything, at this point. He’d spent his own
share of late nights and showers getting off to the idea of Scorpius naked and
now that he was in front of him Albus had to fight not to come. When they’d
kissed at the Halloween dance he’d been hard in a heartbeat. It was so obvious
to him that he was mortified and had to run away before his best mate thought
he was an idiot.
If he’d known that Scorpius had wanted this he’d have tried to find some
courage and stayed for more kisses.
Scorpius fought to hold back as well. Albus’ hand on him was amazing. All of
this was better than he’d ever imagined and, being the entitled boy he was, he
longed for more. To know how the other boy would feel beneath him, how Albus
would look riding his cock, the sweet sounds his best mate would make - well he
was getting a preview of those now and combined with his other thoughts he was
right at the edge and aching with the need to come.
Were Albus anyone else it might be embarrassing to come quickly. Albus would
understand. He’d smile and Scorpius knew he’d be proud that he’d been able to
do that for him.
That didn’t mean he was going to let it happen, however.
Forcefully he removed Albus’ hand from him and, despite the confused sounds his
friend made, he spun him so he faced the wooden partition. “Grip the top of it
for support. You’re going to need it, love." Scorpius grinned and, before Albus
could object, he pressed against his ass.
It wasn’t the right time or place for more than grinding against Albus. If they
ever fucked - when they fucked he corrected himself - it would be with the
proper preparation. And not in a shower where they could easily be interrupted.
Scorpius wanted to take his time fucking his best mate but, at the feel of his
cock rubbing against Albus’ ass, he almost regretted the idea.
"Scorpius?" Albus’ tone was questioning and Scorpius smiled, leaning against
the smaller boy to kiss along his shoulders and the back of his neck. Beads of
water trailed along Albus’ skin and he lapped them up, kissing each spot before
moving on.
"I’m not going to fuck you Albus. I just wanted to slow it down. I didn’t want
to come yet." Scorpius whispered the words, his breath hot against Albus’ skin.
And only when his friend’s shoulders loosened in relief did he return to
jerking him off.
Albus gasped, bucking his hips against Scorpius’ hand as his own gripped the
top of the low wooden wall. He had almost hoped the other boy was going to take
him. It wasn’t the romantic setting he’d pictured in his daydreams but it was
hot and that meant something, didn’t it? And in it’s own way it was kind of
romantic, wasn’t it? But he’d read about how men had sex and heard stories.
There was no way that Scorpius rutting into him without any preparation or
lubrication would feel good for either of them.
And oh how he wanted his best mate to feel good.
Deprived of any way to make that happen at the moment, Albus rocked his hips
forward, desperate for more of Scorpius’ hand on him. He whimpered when the
blonde began to explore him with his other hand, cupping his balls a moment
before lightly stroking the skin between them and the entrance they both so
desperately wished he was inside of. At first Albus tried to squirm away but
when Scorpius bit his shoulder and ground his cock against his ass cheeks, he
stopped. It was an awkward place to be touched and when his friend pressed him
there, he whined.
"Don’t like it? Are you embarrassed I’m back here, Albus?" Scorpius smirked,
licking where he’d just bit. There was something enticing about harassing Albus
like this. It was intoxicating seeing him wriggle and when he rubbed the tips
of two fingers just on the right spot, he knew he had Albus ready to come.
“It’ll feel better when I’m inside you someday, love. Rubbing against you from
the inside, making you beg for more of my cock."
Albus wasn’t one for dirty talk in general but Scorpius was a magical sort of
creature. There wasn’t a thing he did that didn’t drive the other seventh year
wild and between the way his fingers teased him, the firm strokes he gave his
needy cock, and the image of Scorpius fucking him Albus couldn’t hold back. His
hips jerked wildly in the air and he cried out as he painted the wall with
streams of his hot, white come. Some of it had gotten on Scorpius’ hand and he
felt a vague embarrassment for it but now, in the afterglow, he couldn’t think
of anything but the fading heat in his groin and the way Scorpius was moaning
against his shoulders.
He’d had a great deal of orgasms on his own but that, that was amazing. Someone
else had teased him into release and not just anyone else. Scorpius Hyperion
Malfoy, the boy he’d wanted to be naked and dirty with since he’d hit puberty
years ago.
"You taste delicious, Albus." There was a dark laugh behind him and when Albus
turned he felt his heart flop. Scorpius was licking his come off his fingers
and smirking all the while. A part of Albus cringed at the idea his best mate
would be so dirty but another part, a part that was quickly quieting the first,
felt weak in the knees.
"Can I taste you too, Scor? Please?" Albus sucked in his lower lip, biting it
and tentatively reaching out for Scorpius’ prick. His hand moved more
confidently on it than he looked, stroking him in firm, short motions that made
the blonde moan and struggle to speak.
"I’m close, Al. Real fucking close. You get me more worked up than anyone else.
Get on your knees, love? I’ll give you a taste real quick." His eyes were
lidded slightly with pleasure and Scorpius half-smiled as he wet his lips. What
if Albus refused? What if he was disgusted with the idea?
Then why would he have asked to taste him?
Logic wasn’t his strong suit when he was moments away from release; the sight
of Albus sinking to his knees on the tile floor cost him what little reason he
had left to himself. Scorpius moaned and covered Albus’ hand on him with his
own, guiding it towards his best mate’s lips. They were so soft and when they
brushed the tip of his cock Scorpius’ breath hitched. He didn’t mean to grab
Albus’ hair but his hand had a mind of its own, sinking to the wrist in Al’s
wet locks and tugging him a little closer.
Surprise parted Albus’ lips and he blinked, his hand on Scorpius’ arousal
pausing when the other boy began to push the tip of his dick into his mouth.
Unsure of what to do or how to start, Albus licked at the head and when
Scorpius moaned again he resumed stroking the rest. It was unlikely he could
fit all of it into his mouth and he wasn’t sure he wanted to try right now.
No, he was content to lap at the flushed head of Scorpius’ cock and revel in
the taste of him. Albus moaned too, taking a bit more in when Scorpius gently
pulled on his hair. Later he’d smile and laugh at his friend’s enthusiasm but,
for now, he began to suck lightly on the first few inches of Scorpius like a
child with a sweet.
And those strokes of Albus’ tongue and the movements of his hand were just
enough. Scorpius’ eyes opened wider, watching the sight of his dear friend
swallowing his length, and could feel the pressure build in his groin. If
Albus’ kisses were heaven he didn’t know what to call the feel of his mouth on
his cock. Scorpius’ body didn’t know what to make of it either; that warm, wet
mouth begged to be fucked and as he began to come his hips rocked, trying to
thrust deeper than Scorpius wanted. His hand tugged on Al’s hair, pulling his
face back to prevent such and, when the head of his cock was just between the
other boy’s lips he gave a sharp cry.
Streams of come shot of Scorpius’ cock, whitening Albus’ lips and filling his
mouth. He’d wanted a taste and, by the way he kept licking and sucking at
Scorpius as he came on his lips, he liked it.
The taste was purely Scorpius and only when Albus had lapped up every drop did
he shakily rise to his feet. Scorpius smiled at him, kissing his cheeks and
chin before moving to his mouth. There was no care in him that traces of his
come were on Albus’ lips. He needed the other boy, needed his lips and the feel
of his body against him. He longed for some sort of reassurance that Albus
wasn’t disgusted with him for what they’d just done.
"Scor?" Albus broke away from the kiss, pushing wet strands of Scorpius’ hair
back and off his forehead.
"Yes, Albus?" He fought to keep his voice even despite the ragged gasps for air
he took. That had been the most amazing thing he’d ever felt. It had been a
pure overload on his senses and Scorpius wasn’t sure how he’d deal with it only
happening once.
"Will you suck me off sometime too?" Albus blushed at his own question,
stealing a glance at his best mate. There was a grin on Scorpius’ face that
would have embarrassed his father for how positively unlike a Malfoy it was -
not that Draco would be pleased with any of this. The Potter boy was getting to
him.
And oh how Scorpius liked it.
His father would have fainted at the words that came out of his son’s mouth.
“Mm, I’ll do it tonight if you want. We can sleep in bed together, pretend
we’re discussing quidditch strategies or something. So when we cast a silencing
charm around the bed and draw the curtains the others won’t be too curious."
Scorpius lightly rubbed Albus’ back, kneading the muscles as he brought him
beneath the spray of the shower. They had to clean up soon. If they took much
longer they’d miss lunch. Though his appetite was solely for Albus at the
moment.
"I’d like that, Scor." Albus smiled sweetly, hugging Scorpius as his friend
reached for the soap to clean them both of the evidence of their tryst. He was
tired and felt so satisfied he could drift off for a nap. Albus closed his eyes
and sighed quietly, becoming boneless against Scorpius’ chest.
That is, until Scorpius cracked him on the ass. “None of that, Potter."
It was his quidditch captain tone and Albus smiled for it. Someday Scorpius
would have to use that in bed for it did terrible things to Albus’ imagination.
For now, however, he stood straight and nodded. "Of course, sir."
"Sir…I like that. Feel free to use it tonight." Scorpius grinned, soaping up
his hands and taking his time to wash the both of them. The idea that there’d
be an encore, maybe several of them, made his heart clench.
It was a dream come true to him. Scorpius pressed a tender kiss to Albus’
temple as the last of the evidence of what had happened washed down the drain.
“But outside of bed feel free to call me yours. Maybe your boyfriend even. If
you’d want that."
Albus laughed. Would he want that? It was like asking a drowning muggle if they
wanted air. It was all he’d ever wanted, or so it had felt these past few
years. “I think both of them sound good."
They were ridiculously late to lunch when they were able to stop their tender
kisses and whispered affections in the steam of the Slytherin quidditch locker
room. Some of their friends gave them looks that spelled questions later and,
when Scorpius grabbed Albus’ hand and held it while they made their way to the
table, there was scattered chatter. Gossip would get around fast in Hogwarts.
But, as they smiled at one another and settled onto a bench, it didn’t seem to
matter. Not now, not in the afterglow of a dream becoming reality.
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