Fic: 'Glitches and Snitches' AS/S NC17
Title: Glitches and Snitches
Author: softly_sweetly
Beta: alexis_sd
Characters/Pairing: Albus Severus/Scorpius, cameos from any and all
Length: ~2,200
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling. I make no money from this piece of fanfiction.
Warnings: A little swearing, Sex, Fluff
Summary: Al has a glittering Quidditch career - and halfway decent grades, hopefully - heading his way. If only Scorpius would stop crossing his path...
Author Notes: Counts to prompt #6 Roses from my 100quills Next Generation Table
Written for Week Eleven of the ass_carnival, using all the prompts.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
Padding into the kitchen, Al flicked the kettle on and went in search of something for breakfast. Of course, neither of them had really gone shopping in the past week, choosing to leave the flat only for training. Which meant his breakfast choices were the ever-Fresh roses and forget-me-nots on the counter, or the cake in the cupboard. Al chose the cake, putting two forks on the plate and balancing it on a hastily transfigured mug, which was now acting as a tray. He poured coffee into two mugs and put them on the tray too, picking the whole lot up and walking carefully back to his bedroom, not wanting to spill the coffee and scald himself.
Setting the mugs down on the bedside table, Al clambered cheerfully over Scorpius to get back under the covers.
"Cake for breakfast? Really?"
"Breakfast of champions, mate."
"Mate? I do hope you mean that in a proletarian term of affection, and not a biological imperative sense."
Al picked up a fork and shrugged. "No idea what you just said. Shut up and eat cake."
He hadn't really expected Scorpius to do what he said, but Al also hadn't expected to be kissed when he had a mouthful of cake, Scorpius' tongue trailing over his lips and catching the little smears of icing. Al swallowed quickly, half-choking himself on cake, but needing the freedom to be able to kiss Scorpius properly. The plate thudded down to the floor and Al briefly mourned the loss of good cake before he sprawled backwards, pulling Scorpius down with him. The blasted quilt was still in their way, and Al couldn't manage to move it with the use of only one hand. Pushing Scorpius gently away, Al bunched the quilt up in his hands and pushed it back forcefully, making Scorpius laugh at him.
"You're such a twat sometimes."
"You love it," Al sprawled back against the mattress, flinging his arms and his legs out and closing his eyes. "Take me, I'm yours."
"Yes you are, but you're also late."
Al opened his eyes, quirking a brow at Scorpius. "You do know I'm not a bird, right?"
"Don't be vulgar. Lily goes back to Hogwarts today - don't you want to be there to see her off?"
Al swore, sitting up and Summoning his trousers. "Bugger, I'd forgotten all about that."
"I'll take that as a compliment. Get going, I'll still be here when you get back."
Hopping into his trousers, Al dropped a sloppy kiss on Scorpius' cheek, grinning when Scorpius grimaced. "Aaah, parting is such sweet sorrow."
"Wuss. Get going, and I'll see you later."
~~~~~♥~~~~~
Lily was stood with her friends when Al made it onto Platform Nine and Three Quarters, and he caught the tail end of their conversation as he approached.
"...and I just keep thinking, when we leave this year we won't be coming back."
"I know; only one year left to break all the rules."
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that, Lils." Al laughed at the way Lily jumped in shock, and dodged her attempted dead arm. "What would Mum say?"
"That I still couldn't fuck my life up as badly as you."
"Yeah yeah," Al let the insult roll off him. How could he be angry; as soon as he'd walked onto the platform, people had started whispering about that Quidditch player and it had given Al a rush of happiness that would last him all day. "Where are Mum and Dad?"
Lily left her friends with hugs, in the way that girls did, and Al followed her along the platform. He spotted his parents chattering with his Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron, and raised his hand in greeting.
"Al, you came!"
Trying to talk through his mother's hair, Al nodded. "'Course I did - any excuse to watch Lily get on a train and drive away."
His Mum's hand slapped down around his head, and she let him go from the hug abruptly. "Don't be mean to your sister."
"Sorry, sorry. You know I'm only joking, Lils. You're my shooting star, of course I'd come to say goodbye to you."
"Sucking up to me is no better than insulting me," Lily tried to pout, but there was laughter in her eyes, and Al knew he was forgiven.
The conversation turned to Lily and Hugo's final years, and Al found himself aimlessly looking around the platform. People were looking at him; not at his parents, not at his aunt and uncle, but at him. Al was in Quidditch for the game, and the money was a welcome bonus. He played because he never felt as comfortable as when he was soaring through the sky. But the celebrity status was fast becoming a very welcome perk, and Al was glad all over again that he had been selected, chosen as better than all the others who tried out, asked to play for his team.
"Al? You know that you're here to see me off, right, not just bask in your own glory?"
Laughing, Al slung an arm around Lily's shoulders and kissed her on the cheek. "I'll send you letters, maybe even a few signed photos that you can turn a profit on."
"Don't bother; I've been taking the hairs off your pillow all summer, so I'm set."
Chuckling, Al mussed Lily's hair affectionately, and then stepped back to let his parents say goodbye. The steam coming from the Hogwarts Express made the air slightly hazy, and it felt unreal to be stood in the station but not getting on the train. Once Lily had boarded it all seemed to move quickly; within moments, the train was pulling away, and his mum was sobbing into her handkerchief.
"Do you have plans today?"
Al nodded. He loved his family dearly, but his attention had never really left the fact that he had something waiting for him at home. Trying not to look as though he was heading home to get sex, Al ran a hand through his hair and affected nonchalance. "Yeah, me and Scorpius are going to paint the living room, and then we have practice this afternoon. I could use a proper, home-cooked meal though, if you're in tonight?"
"Of course we are," His Mum was dabbing her eyes, and smiled at him. "And bring Scorpius too; we'd love to get to know him."
"Yeah, sure. See you later then." Al turned and made a quick exit before he could be asked to do anything else. He couldn't think of anything more painful than an evening sat between his parents and his boyfriend, partaking in stilted conversation and praying the ground would open up and swallow him whole. Still, it got him a decent meal, so Al supposed he'd survive it.
Putting it out of his mind for the moment, he walked down one of the little alleys and focused on his flat, Apparating with a pop and catching his bearings as he stood in his living room. He could hear the shower running, and Al began stripping his clothes as he walked in the direction of Scorpius' rooms. Shedding his pants and socks at the door, Al slipped quietly into the en suite and opened the shower cubicle. The rush of cold air disturbed any element of surprise he'd have had, so Al just moulded himself against Scorpius' back, closing his eyes as the hot water rained down on them.
"That was quick."
"Yeah, well, I sort of promised we'd go around tonight. So they let me leave early."
"Oh, we'll go around, will we?"
Al chuckled, nuzzling against Scorpius' neck. "I'll make it worth your while."
"Go on."
Grinning, Al nipped at the back of Scorpius' neck gently, snaking his hand down to find Scorpius' cock. It really was an example of perfection, and Al had got to know it very well over the past few weeks. On the generous end of the size scale, and already half-hard, it was easily the best cock he'd come across. Admittedly, Al had only come across three in his life, one of which was attached to him, but that didn't detract from Scorpius in any way. And Scorpius had skill. Inherent, as Scorpius insisted he had been as experienced as Al was when they started this; a few fumbles under his belt, but nothing approaching the stuff they'd been getting up to.
"What are you thinking?"
"How great your cock is."
Scorpius laughed, reaching up to flick Al's head playfully. "You aren't wrong there."
Al nodded his agreement, stepping back as Scorpius turned around and beamed at him. Wet, Scorpius was even more attractive than dry, and Al hoped he would be seeing a lot of both wet and dry Scorpius in the future.
Holding out his hand, Al waited while Scorpius squeezed a little lubricant into his palm. Wrapping his clean hand into Scorpius' hair, Al pulled Scorpius into a kiss, locking their lips together before he dropped his other hand down between their bodies. Catching his own erection with his thumb, Al stepped closer to Scorpius and grabbed Scorpius' shaft two. Holding them both in his hand, he started his hand sliding up and down, the lubricant easing the way. Al was very glad that Scorpius had thought to keep a bottle in each bathroom, just in case.
Scorpius cock was hot against his own, and the feeling of skin on skin was brilliant, sending thrills of pleasure up and down Al's spine. When Scorpius' hand rested over his own, pressing them closer together and speeding up Al's movements, Al couldn't stop himself groaning into the kiss.
He let Scorpius set the pace, wanking them both off as the shower steamed up around them. Al had to pull away from the kiss, had to drop his head down onto Scorpius' shoulder so that he could catch his breath as his pleasure ramped up. Dropping his hand down from Scorpius' hair, Al gave Scorpius' arse a quick squeeze before he extended his finger, rubbing around Scorpius' entrance in firm circles.
The added stimulation pushed Scorpius over the edge, and the weight of Scorpius sagging against him sent Al sinking back against the wall. He could feel Scorpius' come, sticky and warm on his prick, and it was enough to bring Al's own orgasm crashing through him. Al's knees couldn't hold out, and they sank to the tiled floor in a tangle of limbs. Slowly catching his breath, Al tipped his head back and let the water rain down on his face for a few seconds. He wanted a lot of things right now, and going to practice was nowhere near the top of the list. However, the clock on the bathroom wall opposite them was squawking at him that it was time to go, and with a weary sigh Al turned the shower off.
"Do we have to go?"
"Yeah. I don't think they'd pay us, otherwise. Come on; the sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave again." It wasn't the best logic, but it seemed to galvanise Scorpius into moving. Al followed him out of the shower, going off in search of his own uniform as Scorpius clambered into his. He wondered if anyone else would notice how he always flew better after sex.
~~~~~♥~~~~~
Sadly - or luckily, depending on one's view - no one had noticed that Al was flying much better now when he had a regular outlet for his sexual tension. But practice had gone fine even with his teammates missing that little fact, and Al was ready for a home-cooked meal. When they got to his parents, Al had wondered if perhaps his Mum had meant for him to invite the whole team - there was certainly enough food for them all, the kitchen table groaning under the weight of it all.
The first few minutes had been stilted, but Al had been impressed with how quickly Scorpius had settled down, talking happily with his parents as Al munched his way through three helpings of his Mum's roast. He couldn't imagine himself being that comfortable with Scorpius' parents, especially Draco, but Al supposed the time would come when he'd have to do the whole meet-the-parents thing with Scorpius, too.
By the time pudding was finished, Scorpius and his parents were talking like they'd always known each other, which made Al happier than he'd thought it would. Scorpius had almost looked disappointed when Al had suggested they go home, and it was only through waggling his eyebrows suggestively when his parents weren't looking that Al managed to convince Scorpius to come home with him.
They said their goodbyes and Apparated home, his parents waving until they couldn't see each other anymore.
"They're nice."
"Yeah, they are. They certainly liked you."
"Everyone does," Scorpius threw over his shoulder, heading towards Al's bedroom as though he owned the place. Al wasn't complaining though, and started undoing his trousers as he followed Scorpius. "And I'm sure my parents will like you too."
"I'm sure... wait, what?"
"My parents. I got a letter from them this morning asking me to come for dinner at the weekend, and I'd like you to come too."
Al wavered; he really didn't want to risk being in the same room as Draco Malfoy, considering some of the death glares he'd received at games. But Scorpius was a cheat, and chose that moment to shrug out of his shirt and kick his trousers down and away. He wasn't wearing any pants.
"Fine, fine, I'll come too. You'd better make it worth my while."
"I intend to!"
Author: softly_sweetly
Beta: alexis_sd
Characters/Pairing: Albus Severus/Scorpius, cameos from any and all
Length: ~2,200
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling. I make no money from this piece of fanfiction.
Warnings: A little swearing, Sex, Fluff
Summary: Al has a glittering Quidditch career - and halfway decent grades, hopefully - heading his way. If only Scorpius would stop crossing his path...
Author Notes: Counts to prompt #6 Roses from my 100quills Next Generation Table
Written for Week Eleven of the ass_carnival, using all the prompts.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
Padding into the kitchen, Al flicked the kettle on and went in search of something for breakfast. Of course, neither of them had really gone shopping in the past week, choosing to leave the flat only for training. Which meant his breakfast choices were the ever-Fresh roses and forget-me-nots on the counter, or the cake in the cupboard. Al chose the cake, putting two forks on the plate and balancing it on a hastily transfigured mug, which was now acting as a tray. He poured coffee into two mugs and put them on the tray too, picking the whole lot up and walking carefully back to his bedroom, not wanting to spill the coffee and scald himself.
Setting the mugs down on the bedside table, Al clambered cheerfully over Scorpius to get back under the covers.
"Cake for breakfast? Really?"
"Breakfast of champions, mate."
"Mate? I do hope you mean that in a proletarian term of affection, and not a biological imperative sense."
Al picked up a fork and shrugged. "No idea what you just said. Shut up and eat cake."
He hadn't really expected Scorpius to do what he said, but Al also hadn't expected to be kissed when he had a mouthful of cake, Scorpius' tongue trailing over his lips and catching the little smears of icing. Al swallowed quickly, half-choking himself on cake, but needing the freedom to be able to kiss Scorpius properly. The plate thudded down to the floor and Al briefly mourned the loss of good cake before he sprawled backwards, pulling Scorpius down with him. The blasted quilt was still in their way, and Al couldn't manage to move it with the use of only one hand. Pushing Scorpius gently away, Al bunched the quilt up in his hands and pushed it back forcefully, making Scorpius laugh at him.
"You're such a twat sometimes."
"You love it," Al sprawled back against the mattress, flinging his arms and his legs out and closing his eyes. "Take me, I'm yours."
"Yes you are, but you're also late."
Al opened his eyes, quirking a brow at Scorpius. "You do know I'm not a bird, right?"
"Don't be vulgar. Lily goes back to Hogwarts today - don't you want to be there to see her off?"
Al swore, sitting up and Summoning his trousers. "Bugger, I'd forgotten all about that."
"I'll take that as a compliment. Get going, I'll still be here when you get back."
Hopping into his trousers, Al dropped a sloppy kiss on Scorpius' cheek, grinning when Scorpius grimaced. "Aaah, parting is such sweet sorrow."
"Wuss. Get going, and I'll see you later."
~~~~~♥~~~~~
Lily was stood with her friends when Al made it onto Platform Nine and Three Quarters, and he caught the tail end of their conversation as he approached.
"...and I just keep thinking, when we leave this year we won't be coming back."
"I know; only one year left to break all the rules."
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that, Lils." Al laughed at the way Lily jumped in shock, and dodged her attempted dead arm. "What would Mum say?"
"That I still couldn't fuck my life up as badly as you."
"Yeah yeah," Al let the insult roll off him. How could he be angry; as soon as he'd walked onto the platform, people had started whispering about that Quidditch player and it had given Al a rush of happiness that would last him all day. "Where are Mum and Dad?"
Lily left her friends with hugs, in the way that girls did, and Al followed her along the platform. He spotted his parents chattering with his Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron, and raised his hand in greeting.
"Al, you came!"
Trying to talk through his mother's hair, Al nodded. "'Course I did - any excuse to watch Lily get on a train and drive away."
His Mum's hand slapped down around his head, and she let him go from the hug abruptly. "Don't be mean to your sister."
"Sorry, sorry. You know I'm only joking, Lils. You're my shooting star, of course I'd come to say goodbye to you."
"Sucking up to me is no better than insulting me," Lily tried to pout, but there was laughter in her eyes, and Al knew he was forgiven.
The conversation turned to Lily and Hugo's final years, and Al found himself aimlessly looking around the platform. People were looking at him; not at his parents, not at his aunt and uncle, but at him. Al was in Quidditch for the game, and the money was a welcome bonus. He played because he never felt as comfortable as when he was soaring through the sky. But the celebrity status was fast becoming a very welcome perk, and Al was glad all over again that he had been selected, chosen as better than all the others who tried out, asked to play for his team.
"Al? You know that you're here to see me off, right, not just bask in your own glory?"
Laughing, Al slung an arm around Lily's shoulders and kissed her on the cheek. "I'll send you letters, maybe even a few signed photos that you can turn a profit on."
"Don't bother; I've been taking the hairs off your pillow all summer, so I'm set."
Chuckling, Al mussed Lily's hair affectionately, and then stepped back to let his parents say goodbye. The steam coming from the Hogwarts Express made the air slightly hazy, and it felt unreal to be stood in the station but not getting on the train. Once Lily had boarded it all seemed to move quickly; within moments, the train was pulling away, and his mum was sobbing into her handkerchief.
"Do you have plans today?"
Al nodded. He loved his family dearly, but his attention had never really left the fact that he had something waiting for him at home. Trying not to look as though he was heading home to get sex, Al ran a hand through his hair and affected nonchalance. "Yeah, me and Scorpius are going to paint the living room, and then we have practice this afternoon. I could use a proper, home-cooked meal though, if you're in tonight?"
"Of course we are," His Mum was dabbing her eyes, and smiled at him. "And bring Scorpius too; we'd love to get to know him."
"Yeah, sure. See you later then." Al turned and made a quick exit before he could be asked to do anything else. He couldn't think of anything more painful than an evening sat between his parents and his boyfriend, partaking in stilted conversation and praying the ground would open up and swallow him whole. Still, it got him a decent meal, so Al supposed he'd survive it.
Putting it out of his mind for the moment, he walked down one of the little alleys and focused on his flat, Apparating with a pop and catching his bearings as he stood in his living room. He could hear the shower running, and Al began stripping his clothes as he walked in the direction of Scorpius' rooms. Shedding his pants and socks at the door, Al slipped quietly into the en suite and opened the shower cubicle. The rush of cold air disturbed any element of surprise he'd have had, so Al just moulded himself against Scorpius' back, closing his eyes as the hot water rained down on them.
"That was quick."
"Yeah, well, I sort of promised we'd go around tonight. So they let me leave early."
"Oh, we'll go around, will we?"
Al chuckled, nuzzling against Scorpius' neck. "I'll make it worth your while."
"Go on."
Grinning, Al nipped at the back of Scorpius' neck gently, snaking his hand down to find Scorpius' cock. It really was an example of perfection, and Al had got to know it very well over the past few weeks. On the generous end of the size scale, and already half-hard, it was easily the best cock he'd come across. Admittedly, Al had only come across three in his life, one of which was attached to him, but that didn't detract from Scorpius in any way. And Scorpius had skill. Inherent, as Scorpius insisted he had been as experienced as Al was when they started this; a few fumbles under his belt, but nothing approaching the stuff they'd been getting up to.
"What are you thinking?"
"How great your cock is."
Scorpius laughed, reaching up to flick Al's head playfully. "You aren't wrong there."
Al nodded his agreement, stepping back as Scorpius turned around and beamed at him. Wet, Scorpius was even more attractive than dry, and Al hoped he would be seeing a lot of both wet and dry Scorpius in the future.
Holding out his hand, Al waited while Scorpius squeezed a little lubricant into his palm. Wrapping his clean hand into Scorpius' hair, Al pulled Scorpius into a kiss, locking their lips together before he dropped his other hand down between their bodies. Catching his own erection with his thumb, Al stepped closer to Scorpius and grabbed Scorpius' shaft two. Holding them both in his hand, he started his hand sliding up and down, the lubricant easing the way. Al was very glad that Scorpius had thought to keep a bottle in each bathroom, just in case.
Scorpius cock was hot against his own, and the feeling of skin on skin was brilliant, sending thrills of pleasure up and down Al's spine. When Scorpius' hand rested over his own, pressing them closer together and speeding up Al's movements, Al couldn't stop himself groaning into the kiss.
He let Scorpius set the pace, wanking them both off as the shower steamed up around them. Al had to pull away from the kiss, had to drop his head down onto Scorpius' shoulder so that he could catch his breath as his pleasure ramped up. Dropping his hand down from Scorpius' hair, Al gave Scorpius' arse a quick squeeze before he extended his finger, rubbing around Scorpius' entrance in firm circles.
The added stimulation pushed Scorpius over the edge, and the weight of Scorpius sagging against him sent Al sinking back against the wall. He could feel Scorpius' come, sticky and warm on his prick, and it was enough to bring Al's own orgasm crashing through him. Al's knees couldn't hold out, and they sank to the tiled floor in a tangle of limbs. Slowly catching his breath, Al tipped his head back and let the water rain down on his face for a few seconds. He wanted a lot of things right now, and going to practice was nowhere near the top of the list. However, the clock on the bathroom wall opposite them was squawking at him that it was time to go, and with a weary sigh Al turned the shower off.
"Do we have to go?"
"Yeah. I don't think they'd pay us, otherwise. Come on; the sooner we get there, the sooner we can leave again." It wasn't the best logic, but it seemed to galvanise Scorpius into moving. Al followed him out of the shower, going off in search of his own uniform as Scorpius clambered into his. He wondered if anyone else would notice how he always flew better after sex.
~~~~~♥~~~~~
Sadly - or luckily, depending on one's view - no one had noticed that Al was flying much better now when he had a regular outlet for his sexual tension. But practice had gone fine even with his teammates missing that little fact, and Al was ready for a home-cooked meal. When they got to his parents, Al had wondered if perhaps his Mum had meant for him to invite the whole team - there was certainly enough food for them all, the kitchen table groaning under the weight of it all.
The first few minutes had been stilted, but Al had been impressed with how quickly Scorpius had settled down, talking happily with his parents as Al munched his way through three helpings of his Mum's roast. He couldn't imagine himself being that comfortable with Scorpius' parents, especially Draco, but Al supposed the time would come when he'd have to do the whole meet-the-parents thing with Scorpius, too.
By the time pudding was finished, Scorpius and his parents were talking like they'd always known each other, which made Al happier than he'd thought it would. Scorpius had almost looked disappointed when Al had suggested they go home, and it was only through waggling his eyebrows suggestively when his parents weren't looking that Al managed to convince Scorpius to come home with him.
They said their goodbyes and Apparated home, his parents waving until they couldn't see each other anymore.
"They're nice."
"Yeah, they are. They certainly liked you."
"Everyone does," Scorpius threw over his shoulder, heading towards Al's bedroom as though he owned the place. Al wasn't complaining though, and started undoing his trousers as he followed Scorpius. "And I'm sure my parents will like you too."
"I'm sure... wait, what?"
"My parents. I got a letter from them this morning asking me to come for dinner at the weekend, and I'd like you to come too."
Al wavered; he really didn't want to risk being in the same room as Draco Malfoy, considering some of the death glares he'd received at games. But Scorpius was a cheat, and chose that moment to shrug out of his shirt and kick his trousers down and away. He wasn't wearing any pants.
"Fine, fine, I'll come too. You'd better make it worth my while."
"I intend to!"