Kiss Me; James/Albus
Title: Kiss Me
Author: J the Cliche
Rating/Warnings: G; contains brotherxbrother incest
Summary: Albus wants to know what James's homework is. James wants a kiss.
Notes: Written for 100quills, to the prompt Talk. My table can be found here. :D
The afternoon smelled of summer rain and hay; Albus could even catch a trace of the cookies his grandmother's baking, the scent drifting in the breeze towards his place on the hill just behind the Burrow. The grass was soft and slightly damp beneath him, cooling his pale skin as he watched the cotton clouds glide lazily across the sky; he had folded his thin arms beneath his head, dark green eyes half-lidded as he relaxed.
A fat chicken poked about at the foot of the hill, her displeased clucking making Albus Severus smile - it sounded like his grandmother when she caught him trying to go outside without shoes. He’d gotten away with it (his dad had pointed out it was actually quite warm, and there weren’t many rocks in the yard) and the reminder made him wiggle his free toes. The bottoms of his feet were black with dirt, something he knew his mother would chastise him for when he went to take a bath.
“I’m bored,” his older brother drawled, sitting with his legs crossed to Albus’s right; James had taken to ripping up bits of grass and making a pile on the knee of his jeans, the juice staining green in the fabric. Another reason for their mother and grandmother to reprimand them. “And I’ve got homework.”
Albus perked up just slightly at the subject; green eyes alight with interest, he tilted his face towards the eleven year old. “What sort of homework?”
“Can’t tell,” James replied smoothly, adding more grass to his growing pile, a grin catching the corner of his mouth. “It’s a secret - Hogwarts business, all that.”
“Oh, Jamie, please?” Albus pleaded in a soft, almost girlish whine. A peppering of rose colored his cheeks as he fretted over his brother’s secrecy. “I won’t tell anyone you told me, honest. I’ll do anything.”
James cocked his head and seemed to consider this offer; still grinning, he nodded in agreement, Albus nearly squealing with joy. A gust of wind blew some of James’s thick black hair across his mischievous blue eyes, giving him an almost impish look. “Alright. I’ll tell you… if you kiss me.”
“What?” Albus asked blankly.
“Like..” James seemed to struggle to explain himself, pausing to chew on his lower lip; his teeth were perfect and white, gleaming just slightly in the summer sun. “Like how Dad does Mum.”
Albus’s nose - one freckle faded into the skin - crinkled with distaste. “Ew.”
“Then I’m not telling,” James said sharply.
It was Albus’s turn to consider the offer; like his brother, he took to worrying his lower lip, a hint of hesitance - even something close to fear - in his eyes. The chicken at the bottom of the slope had moved on to the other side of the yard, pecking at the dirt with the other chickens. The smell of cookies still lingered.
He nodded, slowly.
James’s face split into another grin and he brushed the collected grass from his knee, placing his hand on the ground to support himself as he leaned over his little brother. Albus’s eyes had grown round with wonder, watching James apprehensively as the Gryffindor’s head cast a shadow over his face - and then James’s mouth was on his, his lips warm and soft and not at all gross like Albus had thought they would be.
And then James drew away, still grinning like the jolly dog that Harry’d gotten them as babies, bouncing around the living room while their mum shouted at Harry about the dirt. Albus breathed out, slowly, and shyly returned a smile.
“Now what have you got to do for Hogwarts?” he inquired after a moment.
“An essay about what I did over the summer,” James said as-a-matter-of-factly, his grin turning impish as Albus drew in a sharp, indignant breath.
“You cheating prat!” Albus hollered, his fingers digging into the ground as he sprang up from where he’d been resting; James was laughing as he tore away, kicking up clumps of grass as well as he went toppling down the hill towards the Burrow. “That’s nothing special!”
Albus stumbled after his older brother, dirty bare feet carrying him across the yard and through a gaggle of squawking chickens as he chased James towards the barn; by the time he caught up with him, James had dived into a massive pile of loose hay, Albus staggering and falling head-first after him. “I’ll get you!” Albus threatened, attempting to grab at James through a haze of yellow straw, ignoring the jagged ends poking into him.
James caught his arm and pulled Albus forward, his younger sibling falling on top of him as they sunk deeper into the hay; it was stuck in their hair, jabbing holes into their shirts, and nearly putting James’s eye out as Albus knocked the air from his lungs. The barn smelled of dust and damp, rotting wood, bars of light falling across the straw from collapsed portions of the roof.
When they kissed a second time, it was Albus who initiated it; pushing his lips angrily against James’s and pounding his clenched fists into him as James grinned against his mouth. “Alright, alright, I’ll tell you something interesting,” James laughed, putting a hand on his brother’s shoulder to stop his swinging.
Albus stilled, but looked at James suspiciously. “Tell me about learning magic,” he pleaded, some of his whine from earlier returning.
“I learned how to change black ink to blue,” James said, smirking when Albus gave an impressed noise and relaxed into him to hear about the secret world that was Hogwarts. “You’ve got to say magic words, like Mum and Dad do - everyone does, unless you learn wordless spells, and those’re really hard. But I can turn a turtle into a brush, too - I gave it to Mum, remember? The soft one.” James raised a hand, dragging his fingers through Albus’s hay-littered hair gently, as if to demonstrate the softness of the brush. “When you get to Hogwarts, you’ll learn all that too - and then potions, like poison and the stuff Mum gives you when you’ve got a cold.”
James went into detail, rambling on about how good he’d gotten at this spell and that one, talking about which teachers he liked and which ones smelled like cat vomit. And Albus hung on every word, eyes wide and almost greedy in their interest.
“…and I knocked him over, just like that,” James ended, Albus practically eating up his story about a dangerous wizard duel with a sixth year. “One spell and he was crying for his Mum.”
“Wicked,” Albus breathed.
“Satisfied?” James asked, and Albus nodded reverently. He paused, watching James quietly, before surging forward and kissing the curve of his cheek.
They watched the drifting clouds through a hole in the old barn’s roof until their grandmother called them in to have cookies.
Author: J the Cliche
Rating/Warnings: G; contains brotherxbrother incest
Summary: Albus wants to know what James's homework is. James wants a kiss.
Notes: Written for 100quills, to the prompt Talk. My table can be found here. :D
The afternoon smelled of summer rain and hay; Albus could even catch a trace of the cookies his grandmother's baking, the scent drifting in the breeze towards his place on the hill just behind the Burrow. The grass was soft and slightly damp beneath him, cooling his pale skin as he watched the cotton clouds glide lazily across the sky; he had folded his thin arms beneath his head, dark green eyes half-lidded as he relaxed.
A fat chicken poked about at the foot of the hill, her displeased clucking making Albus Severus smile - it sounded like his grandmother when she caught him trying to go outside without shoes. He’d gotten away with it (his dad had pointed out it was actually quite warm, and there weren’t many rocks in the yard) and the reminder made him wiggle his free toes. The bottoms of his feet were black with dirt, something he knew his mother would chastise him for when he went to take a bath.
“I’m bored,” his older brother drawled, sitting with his legs crossed to Albus’s right; James had taken to ripping up bits of grass and making a pile on the knee of his jeans, the juice staining green in the fabric. Another reason for their mother and grandmother to reprimand them. “And I’ve got homework.”
Albus perked up just slightly at the subject; green eyes alight with interest, he tilted his face towards the eleven year old. “What sort of homework?”
“Can’t tell,” James replied smoothly, adding more grass to his growing pile, a grin catching the corner of his mouth. “It’s a secret - Hogwarts business, all that.”
“Oh, Jamie, please?” Albus pleaded in a soft, almost girlish whine. A peppering of rose colored his cheeks as he fretted over his brother’s secrecy. “I won’t tell anyone you told me, honest. I’ll do anything.”
James cocked his head and seemed to consider this offer; still grinning, he nodded in agreement, Albus nearly squealing with joy. A gust of wind blew some of James’s thick black hair across his mischievous blue eyes, giving him an almost impish look. “Alright. I’ll tell you… if you kiss me.”
“What?” Albus asked blankly.
“Like..” James seemed to struggle to explain himself, pausing to chew on his lower lip; his teeth were perfect and white, gleaming just slightly in the summer sun. “Like how Dad does Mum.”
Albus’s nose - one freckle faded into the skin - crinkled with distaste. “Ew.”
“Then I’m not telling,” James said sharply.
It was Albus’s turn to consider the offer; like his brother, he took to worrying his lower lip, a hint of hesitance - even something close to fear - in his eyes. The chicken at the bottom of the slope had moved on to the other side of the yard, pecking at the dirt with the other chickens. The smell of cookies still lingered.
He nodded, slowly.
James’s face split into another grin and he brushed the collected grass from his knee, placing his hand on the ground to support himself as he leaned over his little brother. Albus’s eyes had grown round with wonder, watching James apprehensively as the Gryffindor’s head cast a shadow over his face - and then James’s mouth was on his, his lips warm and soft and not at all gross like Albus had thought they would be.
And then James drew away, still grinning like the jolly dog that Harry’d gotten them as babies, bouncing around the living room while their mum shouted at Harry about the dirt. Albus breathed out, slowly, and shyly returned a smile.
“Now what have you got to do for Hogwarts?” he inquired after a moment.
“An essay about what I did over the summer,” James said as-a-matter-of-factly, his grin turning impish as Albus drew in a sharp, indignant breath.
“You cheating prat!” Albus hollered, his fingers digging into the ground as he sprang up from where he’d been resting; James was laughing as he tore away, kicking up clumps of grass as well as he went toppling down the hill towards the Burrow. “That’s nothing special!”
Albus stumbled after his older brother, dirty bare feet carrying him across the yard and through a gaggle of squawking chickens as he chased James towards the barn; by the time he caught up with him, James had dived into a massive pile of loose hay, Albus staggering and falling head-first after him. “I’ll get you!” Albus threatened, attempting to grab at James through a haze of yellow straw, ignoring the jagged ends poking into him.
James caught his arm and pulled Albus forward, his younger sibling falling on top of him as they sunk deeper into the hay; it was stuck in their hair, jabbing holes into their shirts, and nearly putting James’s eye out as Albus knocked the air from his lungs. The barn smelled of dust and damp, rotting wood, bars of light falling across the straw from collapsed portions of the roof.
When they kissed a second time, it was Albus who initiated it; pushing his lips angrily against James’s and pounding his clenched fists into him as James grinned against his mouth. “Alright, alright, I’ll tell you something interesting,” James laughed, putting a hand on his brother’s shoulder to stop his swinging.
Albus stilled, but looked at James suspiciously. “Tell me about learning magic,” he pleaded, some of his whine from earlier returning.
“I learned how to change black ink to blue,” James said, smirking when Albus gave an impressed noise and relaxed into him to hear about the secret world that was Hogwarts. “You’ve got to say magic words, like Mum and Dad do - everyone does, unless you learn wordless spells, and those’re really hard. But I can turn a turtle into a brush, too - I gave it to Mum, remember? The soft one.” James raised a hand, dragging his fingers through Albus’s hay-littered hair gently, as if to demonstrate the softness of the brush. “When you get to Hogwarts, you’ll learn all that too - and then potions, like poison and the stuff Mum gives you when you’ve got a cold.”
James went into detail, rambling on about how good he’d gotten at this spell and that one, talking about which teachers he liked and which ones smelled like cat vomit. And Albus hung on every word, eyes wide and almost greedy in their interest.
“…and I knocked him over, just like that,” James ended, Albus practically eating up his story about a dangerous wizard duel with a sixth year. “One spell and he was crying for his Mum.”
“Wicked,” Albus breathed.
“Satisfied?” James asked, and Albus nodded reverently. He paused, watching James quietly, before surging forward and kissing the curve of his cheek.
They watched the drifting clouds through a hole in the old barn’s roof until their grandmother called them in to have cookies.