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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_Rowling
  Relationship:
      Al/Scorpius, James_Sirius_Potter/Harry_Potter, Teddy_Lupin/Harry_Potter,
      Draco_Malfoy/Scorpius_Malfoy, Teddy_Lupin/James_Sirius_Potter, Draco
      Malfoy/Albus_Severus_Potter, Lily_Luna_Potter/Ginny_Weasley
  Character:
      James_Sirius_Potter, Teddy_Lupin, Harry_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Slash, Rimming, Docking, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, Orgasm_Delay/Denial,
      Multiple_Pairings, Multiple_Partners
  Stats:
      Published: 2008-05-17 Words: 3246
****** It Happened One Night ******
by torino10154
It Happened One Night
Word Count: ~3100
Warnings: Er, yeah, lots of them. Crack for a start, incest, chan (15-17),
oral, anal, delayed orgasm, docking, rimming
Pairings: James Jr./Teddy, Harry/James Jr. + off-screen Harry/Teddy, Al/
Scorpius, Al/Draco, Draco/Scorpius + implied Ginny/Lily Luna and possibly
Harry/Draco
A/N: Unbeta'd. Written for my darling gryffindorj's birthday. Nothing says
Happy Birthday like kinky porn. Much love, my dear! Title stolen from the film
of the same name.
James shivered underneath the thin blankets in Teddy's bed. He'd thrown his
pyjamas in a heap on the floor and slipped in between the cold sheets to wait.
Teddy had never been this late when he came over to their house for the
weekend. James supposed with his new job at the Ministry Teddy's hours were
probably not as flexible as they had been when he worked in the Muggle bookshop
cum Espresso bar in London.
In spite of his advanced age – what was he twenty-six now? – Teddy still spent
nearly every weekend with the Potter men. Lily tended to stay with her mum at
the Burrow on weekends but not before rolling her eyes and complaining about
the testosterone level. Their father would scratch his head, then lift his
shirt slightly and scratch his bare stomach. Finally, after the women had
turned to go, he exaggeratedly scratched his balls causing Teddy, James, and
even way-to-serious Al to burst into laughter.
Teddy had always spent a lot of time with Harry when the children were small.
James always figured Harry needed a break, to get away from crying and dirty
nappies. So Harry took Teddy out for the weekend occasionally or just for some
one on one time on Saturday afternoons. James thought of Teddy like a big
brother and tried not to be jealous of his father's affection for him. He knew
that the man had an enormous heart and he was proud to call him his father.
James couldn't recall exactly when he noticed Teddy watching him. He supposed
he'd been way too young for the attention though. Certainly by the time he was
fifteen, Teddy started spending more time with him instead of with Harry. Teddy
talked about his conquests, James listened in awe. His godbrother, he sometimes
called him in his mind, said he had a steady someone but also played the field.
Then the touches started, innocently at first – a brush of hands, sitting just
a little too close on the sofa, 'accidentally' bumping into him in the hall. By
then James could hardly think of anything but Teddy. His days and nights were
filled with him. Every time he got an inconvenient erection (and at age sixteen
that happened several times a day), he wanked to amber eyes and blue hair, a
sparkling smile and a hard body.
Teddy then played the gentleman, frustrating James to no end. He wouldn't touch
James at all once he knew how badly he wanted him. He waited until James had
begged, naked, on his knees, hard as stone before he finally caved. James gave
and received his first blow job that night and they never looked back.
Having an older lover was incredible – Teddy already knew all the tricks. He
taught him how to deep throat, the pleasures of nipple play, the amazing things
that could be done with one's foreskin. James never forgot the first time Teddy
has pulled his foreskin over the head of James's cock and wanked them together.
Of course, his first time was with Teddy. They had played a bit before but no
fingering had prepared him for the thick hard cock that Teddy slid into him,
inch by inch on his seventeenth birthday. It hurt – a lot - even though they
took their time. But Teddy showed a softer side of himself that night:
caressing his sides, peppering his face with kisses, whispering encouragement.
Soon enough, when Teddy was fully seated, the pain turned to pleasure and Teddy
fucked him until he saw stars.
The best part of their relationship, and there really was no denying it, was
that Teddy could be whoever James wanted him to be. He could be tall and blond
or chestnut and stocky. He morphed into James favorite Quidditch stars as well
as the local pub owner's son. Teddy laughed aloud when James wanted him as
Scorpius Malfoy one evening. He even let James top for the first time that
night.
How Teddy realized James's secret he would never know. But he started asking
him questions – Ever think about fucking the famous Harry Potter? Wonder what
it's like to go down on your old man? James face burned with shame but his
cock, oh, it betrayed him.
Teddy took him in hand, slowly milking his prick, the pace driving him mad. He
teased; he promised him a night he'd never forget if he would let him come to
him as Harry. James wanted to say no. God, what if anyone found out? But
somehow he told himself he'd be with Harry Potter not his father, as of they
were two separate people. And it was really Teddy anyway. He would only look
like his dad. The idea was irresistible.
When the door to the bedroom finally cracked open, James realized he'd dozed
off waiting for Teddy. A whispered Lumos Minima lit a most familiar face.
"Dad?" James muttered. The man groaned, eyes fluttering shut and he closed the
door behind him. Not dad then. Approaching the bed Teddy as Harry pulled the
blankets back. James immediately wanted to cover himself.
"Let me look at you," Teddy whispered. It was so strange to hear his father
saying the words but knowing it was Teddy relaxed him and he revealed himself,
kicking the blankets off completely. A hand trailed down his chest, causing him
to gasp. "You are so beautiful like this." The hand settled on his hip before
he leaned in for a kiss.
James closed his eyes and melted as his lover brushed a gentle kiss across his
lips. He parted them, seeking more. Reaching up, he tangled his fingers through
the wild black locks. Hands roamed his body, tweaking his nipples until he
gasped and then the kiss began in earnest – tongue thrusting, teeth clashing,
sucking and nibbling along his lips.
"Oh, god," James cried when his father's – no, Teddy's! – hand wrapped around
his cock. The grip was perfect, precise, practiced. He tried to lift his hips
off the bed.
"No, you don't. We're going to make this one last." Reaching for his wand, he
incanted something James didn't quite understand but he caught the word
'Orbis'. Before he had time to consider it further he felt cold metal around
his cock and balls – a silver cock ring. Teddy moaned. "Fuck." He leaned over
and licked the tip of James's cock, already wet with pre-come.
Teddy had never used a cock ring before; he said he liked it when James came
over and over again. But all thought was gone as he watched his father swallow
him to the root. He swirled his tongue over the head, pressed the tip into his
slit, nibbled at his foreskin making him cry out. Teddy looked up, now emerald
eyes burning with desire.
"Like that do you?" And he slipped his tongue between the foreskin and the head
of his penis and licked around the inside of his foreskin.
"Oh my god, stop, stop," James panted. "It's too much."
"This young body suits you. So desperate and needy for me," Teddy laughed
wickedly.
James decided two could play at this game. "That's right, dad. You know how bad
I want you." He reached up and started unbuttoning the shirt Teddy wore. James
wondered if he's slipped into Harry's closet or whether everyone at the
Ministry had standard issue white Oxford cloth shirts.
Harry – no, Teddy – gripped his wrist. "We're doing this my way." He pulled
James to his feet so they stood facing one another. Then he placed James's
hands back onto the buttons. James began unbuttoning them again and when he
reached the bottom, he pushed the cloth off the man's shoulders and began
kissing the sparsely haired chest in front of him. He pinched a nipple just for
the pure joy of watching that face hiss in pleasure.
Undoing the belt next, then the button and flies, he dropped to his knees as he
pulled his father's trousers down to his stocking feet. Teddy lifted one foot
and then the other to step out of the trousers. James pulled each of the socks
off. He took a deep breath before turning his face upward. His father's
erection, still hidden by his pants, was directly in his field of vision. He
took a deep breath and felt a hand in his hair. Looking up, he saw the concern
on Teddy's face, a look his father had given him many times before.
"Alright? We can stop if you want." The warmth of his hand, running soothingly
through his short hair grounded him. He'd admitted he wanted to do this, even
if they only tried it the once. He wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing.
He shook his head and leaned forward taking in the musky scent. He rubbed his
face against the cotton pants, stroking Teddy gently with his cheeks, chin, and
forehead before mouthing the length through the cloth.
"Merlin." He smiled, knowing he was having an effect on Teddy. When they had
talked about doing this, James could tell that Teddy thought the idea was
arousing and James hoped he was enjoying their play as much as he was himself.
Again, he decided to take a step forward. "Let's see your prick, dad. So hard
for me." James hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Teddy's – no, his
father's pants – and slipped them down to his thighs. And what a gorgeous cock
it was, as a matter of fact. Thick and of good length, not so long that he
would gag on it, the purple head making him drool. He loved the feeling of a
cock in his mouth - the weight, the salty taste, the power he held when another
man was at his mercy. Of course, it was always Teddy but he appeared as others
so James felt as if he'd sampled quite a few luscious pricks. Finally, he
slipped his mouth over the head. Divine. He licked along the underside,
fondling the lightly furred balls in his free hand.
His father began thrusting slowly, pushing himself deeper into James's mouth.
He was glad he could take a good mouth fucking because he suddenly didn't want
to embarrass himself. The irony of somehow wanting to impress the man even at a
time like this was too much and he snorted a laugh.
"Like that do you, James?" And they both moaned. "Your dirty old man, hot and
hard for you. Just wait till I fuck you, boy. You'll never want another." James
reached for his own cock; he wanted to come so badly. His hand met the cock
ring and he groaned.
His father laughed and pulled out of his mouth. "Get up on the bed. You need a
good tongue lashing. You've been a very naughty boy." He slapped his arse
sharply and James clambered up onto the bed. He made to lie down on his back
but Teddy said, "Hands and knees." They hadn't prepared him at all yet and he
hoped Teddy wasn't going to try to fuck him dry.
When something wet touched his hole, he cried out, "Oh, fuck," and looked over
his shoulder to see Teddy – no, his father - who cares who it was - licking
him. Teddy had never done that to him before. It seemed so unhygienic and yet,
nothing had ever felt so good. The tongue began pressing forward, pushing its
way inside him. He was so hard he thought he might pass out from lack of blood
to the rest of his body.
Body shaking and breath coming in short gasps, the pleasure was almost
unbearable. The slurping, sucking sounds, the sensation of that tongue in his
arsehole – James couldn't take it anymore.
"Fuck me, please," he pleaded.
After a moment, and one last jab with his tongue, his father lifted his head
and said, "What was that?"
"Fuck me," he repeated.
"Sorry, I can't hear you back here," the man snorted. "What do you want, son?"
Ah, that's what he was looking for. "Fuck me, dad," James replied in the most
seductive voice he could muster.
"That's a good boy. Accio lube!" The pot of lube flew across the room and
smacked into his hand. Two slick fingers breached his opening, already a bit
loose from the 'tongue lashing' he'd received. One of his father's broad hands
stroked his sweaty back and the other scissored and stretched inside him. His
balls were aching now; he'd never been harder in his life. When the fingers
slipped out and the blunt head slipped inside he keened suddenly and fell to
his forearms.
"Yesss, just like that, Jamesss," his father hissed as he thrust in completely.
He draped his body over James's back, pressing his chest flush to the young
body beneath. His strokes were long and smooth, not frantic like James was
accustomed to with Teddy. Maybe having the older man's body changed his
desires. Or maybe he's afraid of throwing his back out, James snickered
silently. One hand reached around and a nail flicked across his nipple, before
the thumb and forefinger pinched and tweaked the sensitive nub. "So beautiful,
my boy."
James was a little alarmed – Teddy was playing his part too well – but then
that gorgeous prick hit his prostate and he whimpered. That seemed to rouse
Teddy from his sensual pace and he began hammering James. He lifted off his
back and gripped his hips, slamming home over and over.
"Let me come!" James cried out. "Please!"
"Nearly there," Teddy muttered between clenched teeth. "Nearly there – Finite
Incantatum!" And James exploded as the cock ring came off, thick ropes of come
shooting over the bed, his pleasure beyond anything he'd ever felt before. His
arse clenched and Teddy roared his orgasm before they collapsed onto the bed.
James closed his eyes, too tired to roll out of the wet spot. He felt the
tingle of magic – Scourgify, he hoped – as he fell asleep.
At some point later, Teddy slipped out of the room. But not before kissing his
forehead and tucking the blankets around him. James rolled over and went back
to sleep.
                                      ~*~
 
When James woke up next, he realized he was still in Teddy's room. He sleepily
opened the door and snuck down the hall to his own bedroom. Thankfully, it was
still too early for anyone else to be awake yet. He was sweaty and sticky, his
arse sore, so he opted to take a long hot shower before anyone else woke up. A
nice wank to memories of the night before relaxed him before he finished his
shower and got dressed.
When he got to the kitchen, he found Al pouring over the newspaper – what a git
– but no sign of his father or Teddy yet. When his father finally stumbled into
the kitchen, he looked like he'd hardly slept at all. Al looked at him and
snorted, while James suddenly felt he might not be able to meet his eyes.
Just then the Floo flashed green and Teddy came tumbling out. "Sorry, I didn't
Floo over last night but I got finished late so I stayed over at
Grandmother's."
James froze. He heard his father say something; he wasn't sure what it was. His
ears were ringing, his face burning.
Suddenly Al snickered, then began shaking with laughter.
James looked up and his father was white as a sheet, his tea cup in danger of
shattering if his grip got any tighter.
"What did I miss?" Teddy asked, confused.
"From the looks of it-" Al started.
"Shut your gob, Al," their father hissed.
"I did warn you," Al replied smugly as he took a sip of tea. "But would you
listen? Oh no – the great Harry Potter is never wrong."
"Don't talk to your father like that," Teddy snapped.
James finally found his voice. "Wrong about what?"
"I told Dad you were with Teddy, but he wouldn't believe me." Al was answering
James but looking right at his father. "He thought he could have Teddy all to
himself."
"Al!" Harry said sharply but his eyes told the truth his words dared not speak.
"Teddy? You're fucking my dad?" Teddy had the courtesy to blush slightly.
"Watch your mouth, James," Harry said as he met James's eye for the first time
that morning. There was shame, embarrassment, and something more that James
couldn't quite explain.
Emboldened James replied, "Considering where your mouth was last night, you're
one to talk."
Al exploded. "This is even better than I imagined. I can't wait to tell
Malfoy."
"Don't you dare tell him anything, Albus," Harry threatened.
"At least with the Malfoys, when they want to fuck each other they don't need a
middle man to set it up."
"You are disgusting, Al," Teddy said, clearly still a bit confused.
"Why don't you call your lover by his name anyway?" James asked Al with
contempt.
"Because if I say, 'Fuck me harder, Malfoy,' it doesn't matter which one is
doing it, I'm sure to get the name right. Please tell me, you didn't call him
'Daddy'."
"Oi!" James started but his father overrode him.
"Albus Severus Potter!" Harry shrieked. "Don't tell me you are sleeping with
Draco and Scorpius. I'll go down to the Ministry so fast-"
"Not at the same time, anyway," Al replied haughtily. "And what exactly are you
going to do? I'll tell them you're sleeping with your godson and your son now
too."
James looked at his father – all the energy had seeped out of him. He stood
staring at his second son. No one moved. Al looked smug, James felt gob-
smacked.
Then Teddy, who seemed to have finally put it all together, said, "The
Ministry? Fuck the Ministry – what about Ginny?"
"What about me?" The red-head replied as she tumbled out of the Floo, followed
by Lily.
"Nothing, Mum," Al said smoothly. "It's nothing we men can't handle on our
own." He kissed her cheek and smiled that Slytherin smile that made James's
blood boil.
Ginny looked around the room at the rest of them, shrugged her shoulders and
wrapped her arms around Lily and said, "Let's go upstairs and get you a nice
bath and then I'll brush your hair." As they turned and left the kitchen, Ginny
could be heard saying, "So beautiful. Mummy's little girl."
James and Harry looked at each other, mouths hanging open.
Teddy shuddered and said, "No. Just no."
Al said with a knowing smirk, "Well, I see you haven't learned anything yet. So
while you contemplate that piece of news, I'm off. I have a date with the
Malfoys. Dad, I'll give your regards to Mr. Malfoy. Oh, shut your mouth-as if I
couldn't figure it out after he wouldn't stop calling me 'Potter'." He then
swept out of the room, leaving the three alone.
"Arrogant berk," James muttered.
"Too clever by half," Teddy agreed.
"He takes after his namesakes," Harry ground out. "Manipulative-"
"I heard that, Dad!"
The End.
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