Fic: Only a Love Story (Harry/Scorpius) - Part 2
Dream Some More
It was the touch that woke Harry. A feather-light brush, over his arm from shoulder to wrist. A pause, then it came again.
Harry shivered involuntarily, and then noticed that his arm was cold. Cold as in having been outside of the snuggly warmth of his blanket for far too long. He frowned. That was not right.
'Hmm, are you finally awake?' a soft voice purred in his ear.
Harry shivered again, this time not with cold. He inched closer to the warm body lying next to him without opening his eyes. 'No,' he mumbled. The smile he hadn't really been trying to suppress spread over his face.
'No?' the voice repeated. The body shifted, and suddenly a thigh was pressed against Harry's erection. 'Must be dreaming something nice, then.'
'Mhmmm,' Harry hummed. Turning his head slightly, he breathed a kiss to sleep-warmed skin. His hips rocked forwards entirely of their own accord. 'Nice,' he repeated. 'S very nice.'
He could feel the laughter vibrating in the chest that his arm was spread over. The thigh moved, making Harry moan softly.
'Only nice, hmm?'
'Very nice,' Harry corrected.
'Hmm.' Fingers brushed through Harry's hair. 'Perhaps you should wake up.'
'No, don't wanna.' Harry kissed Scorpius's pulse point and shifted, looking for more friction on his cock. 'Nice dream.'
'Ah, but reality might be more than nice, hm?' The words were breathed against Harry's lips. Harry could feel Scorpius's teasing smile. He smiled back, eyes still closed.
'Nope,' he said. 'Can't.'
Scorpius's knee suddenly pressed gently against Harry's balls. Harry hissed and twitched.
'Can't?' He didn't need to see Scorpius to know he had his brows raised superciliously. The knee pressed a little harder. 'Are you sure?'
'Yeah.' Harry pulled Scorpius into his arms, sighing at the feeling of increased skin contact. It was an additional bonus that the movement made the knee slide lower between his thighs. 'Got everything I want. Reality can't be better than that.'
'Oh? I suppose I ought to feel flattered?' Scorpius's voice sounded cool, but the fingers that slid under the blanket and over Harry's stomach were warm. They stopped their journey just short of where Harry wanted them to go.
'Mhmm.' Harry's fingers slid over Scorpius's back, taking his revenge by tickling the top of Scorpius's crack. It made Scorpius shiver.
'But you could be dreaming of anyone.' Scorpius lifted his arse into Harry's caress. 'I don't find that flattering.'
Harry chuckled. 'Ah, but I'd know that -' he gave in and groped Scorpius's arse - 'anywhere.'
The sound Scorpius made was a mixture of groan and laugh. 'Flattered, my arse. And please, don't answer that,' he added, with another groan at Harry's laughter, flopping down gracelessly. 'I claim exhaustion. It's the only explanation for me making awful puns.'
Harry laughed again and rolled them until Scorpius was lying on top of him and he could grab Scorpius's arse with both hands. 'I don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart, these buns aren't awful,' he lilted.
'Merlin, someone kill me, please,' Scorpius groaned, but Harry could feel his lips twitch. 'That was even worse.'
'It's the lack of sleep,' Harry said soothingly, patting Scorpius's buns which he thought were very nice indeed.
Scorpius raised his head enough to glare at Harry. 'Whose?'
'Oh, mine, of course,' Harry said with a grin. 'Someone kept me up all night, and then insisted that I wake up because they claimed reality was better than dreaming, and then-'
'Shut up!' Scorpius interrupted and kissed him.
Harry laughed into Scorpius's mouth, but his laughter faded quickly as the kiss deepened. Tongues slid together and against each other as they shared their breath and wordless expressions of love.
'Mmm, Harry,' Scorpius whispered as their lips parted and went on to kiss along Harry's stubbled jaw.
Harry's grip on Scorpius's arse tightened, and he pulled Scorpius down as his own hips rose, sliding their cocks together. 'Mmm, Scorpius,' Harry breathed back.
Scorpius's low laugh ended in a deep moan. He flexed his arse-cheeks and thrust down hard. 'You've got to admit, ah, that re-reality is pretty nice,' he managed. Harry thrust up, rotating his hips and shamelessly groping Scorpius's arse. Scorpius bit his chin. 'Even if it includes sleep-deprived witticism,' he added, surprisingly coherent despite his leaking cock, but then he ruined the impression by moaning loudly.
Harry spread Scorpius's cheeks and ran his fingertips lightly up and down his crack. Scorpius shivered and wriggled, attempting to both press up into Harry's touch and rub against Harry's cock.
'Let's see if we can save the day, then,' Harry whispered in Scorpius's ear, 'and improve reality.' He pulled Scorpius up his body, then reached around and pressed one fingertip against Scorpius's opening, not attempting to slip in, just touching. He thought he could feel the pink flesh twitch at his words.
Scorpius groaned deep in his chest and lifted his arse. His pale face was flushed, his eyes closed. 'Ohh, yes,' he breathed and pressed back against Harry's finger, 'please. Please, Harry, please!'
It was Harry's turn to groan at Scorpius's words. His cock jumped, and without further prompting, Harry slid one finger into his lover's arse. Scorpius was still soft and open, and Harry slid in all the way until he could rub over Scorpius's prostate. Scorpius hissed and whimpered and wriggled, trying to get more of Harry's finger inside.
Breathing faster, Harry watched Scorpius's face as he slowly slid his finger out, and then pressed two in. Scorpius's lids fluttered. He tilted his head back and whined deep in his throat. Harry stopped halfway in and gently moved his fingers back and forth, making Scorpius shiver.
'More, Harry,' he demanded, arse lifting even higher. 'More!'
The tip of Scorpius's erection brushed over Harry's hip, leaving a damp trail. Harry's own cock, so hard it felt like bursting, jumped. Harry bit his lip to stop himself from simply throwing Scorpius down and pushing in, and slid his fingers deeper. This time, he pressed firmly on Scorpius's prostate, and Scorpius cried out.
'Please, please, oh, Harry, need …' he babbled.
Harry moaned at the sight of the beauty crouched above him. Head thrown back so his throat was bared, eyes closed, hair in wild disarray and clinging to his sweaty skin, raised up on elbows and knees, body tense and quivering, arse high up in the air, and his own fingers disappearing into it. God.
'Harry,' the beauty pleaded, and Harry couldn't wait any longer. Groping under the pillows for the little jar with his unoccupied hand, he moved the fingers of the other more purposefully, opening Scorpius further.
Scorpius seemed to realise what was going on and began to squirm in earnest on Harry's fingers. 'Hurry, please, hurry,' he moaned.
Harry gritted his teeth and forced one hand to speed up and the other to slow down. He didn't want to hurt Scorpius. Once he'd managed to find the dratted jar, it was only long practice that enabled Harry to open the thing without spilling anything. Scorpius was almost dancing above Harry now, non-stop begging and whispering and urging him on.
With a great deal of willpower, Harry slid his fingers out, slicked them up, and shoved them back in. Scorpius cried out and bucked his hips. 'Come on, come on, Harry,' he panted. 'I'm ready, ready, come on, please, need you.'
Harry jabbed his prostate, and while Scorpius was busy grunting and twisting, he slicked his cock up. His knuckles brushed against Scorpius's neglected erection, making both of them moan. But Harry's goal was in sight now, and in one move he pulled his fingers out of Scorpius's clinging heat, pulled his lover down, and shoved his cock up Scorpius's arse.
They both gasped and stilled when Harry came to rest balls deep inside. Then, a slow smile spread over Scorpius's face. 'Oohhh,' he breathed. 'Ohh, better.' And then he moved.
Harry grabbed his hips with slippery hands and pulled him forcefully down. Scorpius levered himself with his hands on Harry's chest and rose up, then pushed down again, hard, meeting Harry's thrust. And again. And again, and Harry didn't know where to look, up at Scorpius's blissful expression or down at his bouncing cock.
'Touch yourself,' he rasped out. Scorpius hummed and obeyed, lifting one hand from Harry's chest to wrap it around his cock. 'Yeah, that's it. So beautiful.'
Scorpius laughed, a light, breathless sound of pure happiness. He tightened his hand and began stroking in time to Harry's thrusts. Concentrating on hand and cock, he left the directing of his hips to Harry.
And Harry loved it. Hands on Scorpius's slender hips, gripping so tightly he might leave bruises behind, he moved his lover up and down, all the while watching Scorpius stroke himself. So beautiful.
He didn't know whether he'd said that aloud, but Scorpius whined, clenching around Harry. 'So close,' he moaned.
God, yes. Harry thrust forcefully upward while pulling Scorpius down onto him just as hard.
Scorpius tensed, froze, then he cried out as he shot all over Harry's chest. Harry made himself hold still and watch, enjoy Scorpius's pleasure and the clenching of velvety muscles around him.
At last, Scorpius shuddered and sagged. 'Hmmm, Harry,' he breathed and bent down for a kiss. Harry teetering on the edge, thrust his tongue into Scorpius's mouth and his cock into Scorpius's arse, and came with an inelegant grunt. Through the firestorm of his orgasm, he felt Scorpius's soft laugh and gentle kiss.
They slumped into a messy, sticky, well-satisfied heap, kissing and caressing and just breathing together. Finally, Scorpius stretched and snuggled into Harry's side, drawing Harry's arm over his chest. 'Love reality,' he declared, voice dripping with satisfaction.
'Love you,' Harry mumbled, already half asleep, 'gonna dream some more now.'
Harry felt Scorpius's soft kiss, and then he slept.
*
When he woke up again, the sunlight that was filtering through the curtains told him it was late, and the bed beside him was empty. Harry sat up, grimacing at the dried mess on his chest and cock.
'Might at least have bothered with a Cleaning Charm if he had to get up,' he grumbled and reached for his wand.
A glance at his alarm told him it was half past twelve. He grimaced again, cast a Cleaning Charm at himself and at the sheets, and flopped back. It was Sunday. He wasn't getting up. No way.
'Would be better with Pius here, though,' he petulantly told the otherwise empty room, then grinned. Scorpius hated the nickname. 'It sounds like pious and … no, just no,' he'd protested, enraged, when Harry had called him Pius for the first time.
Harry had seen the error of his ways and only used it now when he really wanted to piss Scorpius off.
Or when he was alone and wanted his lover with him. He swore Scorpius had an extra sense for nicknames. Harry only had to say it aloud and, a little later, Scorpius would show up. It was like magic.
Harry laughed to himself and spread out, listening. He thought he heard sounds in the kitchen. The banging of cupboards and clattering of china and the chirping of Priddy. Breakfast sounds. Then the tinkling of the piano, just a light little trill, happy and carefree. Harry stretched luxuriously, sighing with contentment.
He was enjoying the sensation of his body's lassitude and the anticipation of breakfast being served when the door opened and Scorpius came in. A huge, laden tray came floating in behind him. Harry smiled and sat back up, now enjoying the view as well. It was his favourite; naked Scorpius and breakfast.
Harry ran his eyes over Scorpius's body appreciatively. Lightly muscled arms and chest, slender hips, long long legs, quiescent cock swinging softly with each step. Naked.
'You're naked,' he pointed out as Scorpius came closer.
Scorpius stopped, and his pale blond eyebrows rose. He made a show of looking himself up and down, and then looked back at Harry. 'Why yes, I am.' He smirked and flicked his wand at the foot of their bed. The board began to grow and morph into a table that stretched over the entire width.
Harry swallowed, stared, half-aware he'd pulled the blanket up to his shoulders. 'You went to get breakfast like … like that?' He did not squeak. Head Aurors didn't squeak. They, well … might sound a bit funny on occasion. But they definitely didn't squeak.
'Like this?' Scorpius directed the tray to the table and shot Harry an amused glance. 'Oh. You mean naked. Of course. Why shouldn’t I? I thought you liked seeing me naked.'
He dropped his wand onto his bedside table and struck a pose, giving his hips a slight shimmy to make his cock dance. 'Don't you?'
Harry gulped, stared, and managed, 'But … Priddy!'
Scorpius laughed at him and slid onto the bed. 'You're so prudish sometimes, Harry.' He leant over and pressed a quick kiss to Harry's lips, silencing Harry's babbled protest that he was not, then began to pour tea.
'Seriously, Harry, it's no big deal,' he said as he handed Harry his cup.
After a quick glance at the door, Harry reluctantly dropped his blanket and took the proffered cup. Part of his mind knew he was acting ridiculous, but the idea of Scorpius wandering around in his kitchen, stark naked, with Priddy fussing and preparing breakfast and only reaching a little over Scorpius's knee … Flushing, Harry tried to push the mental image away.
'You're so adorable when you blush,' Scorpius teased, 'but it's entirely unnecessary. Elves have no awareness of human nakedness.' He sipped his tea and added with a wink, 'She could pop in right now and wouldn't think anything of us both being naked. Oh, don't worry, she won't. I told her not to.'
Harry breathed a shameful sigh of relief and concentrated on his tea. Scorpius patted his knee. 'You'll get used to it.'
Harry snorted into his cup. He doubted it.
'Besides,' Scorpius continued as he buttered a roll, 'I think they pity us.'
'Pity us?' Harry looked up from trying to decide whether he wanted toast first or bacon and eggs. It all looked good. 'Who, elves? Why?'
'Well.' Scorpius took a delicate bite and chewed, continuing only after he'd swallowed. He'd been taught manners. 'Humans always wear clothes. Clothes mean freedom. Elves think that freedom is among the worst things that can happen to you. They feel sorry that humans have no one they can serve, because serving is the meaning of life.' He cast a roguish grin at Harry. 'Though I do think I've risen in her estimation.' At Harry's blink, he added, 'Showing up naked, getting your breakfast.' Then he had to put his roll down and laugh at Harry's horrified expression.
'What, you mean she thinks …?' Harry couldn't believe it.
'Ooh, oh,' Scorpius gasped, 'your face! Oh, Merlin. Oh, don't Harry, I can't …' he cried when Harry began hitting him with a pillow. 'Stop, stop, I didn't mean it!'
Harry paused, eyeing him suspiciously. 'You didn't mean it?'
Scorpius emerged from under the pillow, brushing his hair out of his face and tears of laughter out of his eyes. 'I mean, I don't know. I just sometimes think it. It might not be true. Humans are different, after all. And even though elves can't understand it, they know that clothes mean something different to us than to them.'
Harry glared, just in case, then put the pillow away. Scorpius grinned. 'No more hitting?'
'I reserve judgement on the matter until a later date,' Harry said in his best Head Auror voice, and Scorpius snickered. 'You should tell Hermione, though. What you think. It might help her understand, and that can only help her cause.'
'What, that Priddy thinks Master Scorpius has finally found meaning in his life?'
It took Harry a moment to understand the words, spoken in such a quiet voice and accompanied by an almost shy smile, a smile he hadn't seen for a long time. He swallowed hard. 'Does she? Think that?' His hand reached out on its own volition.
Scorpius's smile deepened and he linked his fingers with Harry's. 'Yes, she does.'
Harry squeezed Scorpius's hand, at a loss for words. Scorpius flushed and looked away, picking at his abandoned roll.
'That, too,' Harry finally managed, squeezing his lover's hand a little tighter. Scorpius's blush intensified.
'Come here,' Harry said gruffly and pulled on Scorpius's hand. Willingly, Scorpius shuffled over the bed until he sat between Harry's spread legs, Harry's cock pressed against the small of his back. Scorpius wriggled a little. Harry's prick twitched in response.
'And now what?' Scorpius asked with a half coquettish, half shy smile over his shoulder.
'Now, I will make sure you eat your breakfast and drink your juice,' Harry said and reached for Scorpius's roll. Scorpius laughed but complied and resumed eating. Harry kissed his shoulder. 'When we've eaten,' he continued in a low voice, 'I'll make love to you again. And when you're nice and relaxed and unlikely to bite my head off at suggestions of entering academic endeavours, we'll discuss the possibility of your participation in Sullivan's new Arithmancy thingy.' He kissed Scorpius's other shoulder. 'I'll take good care of you, meaning of my life.'
Scorpius shuddered. 'You're such a sap,' he complained, but his voice was soft, and he was warm and trusting against Harry, and his smile when he turned to feed Harry some bacon and eggs was blinding.
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