Fic: Like Father, Like Son (Part 2)
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mini_festTitle: Like Father, Like Son
Author: ???
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Albus Severus/Scorpius, Harry/Draco
Prompt(s): #74
AU/EWE Rating: Higher Ratings preferred, but anything is fine. Ginny and Astoria are not evil. They realize it wasn't meant to be. Happy Endings.
The two Slytherins have gradually become more and more attracted to each other. The only problem is, their divorced dads live together. Albus and Scorpius will be spending the winter holiday with their dads. It's one thing to know their dads are a couple, but to live in the house while, well, you know, is a bit embarrassing to two very hormonal teenagers who happen to be very attracted to each other also. How do Harry and Draco deal with their sons obvious attraction to each other? And how do the boys deal with the situation. Extra points for the boys catching their dads in a compromising situation, lol!
If you can add in a holiday celebration would be great. Doesn't matter what kind. I like food, lol ^_^
Warnings: bad gay jokes and making fun of Hufflepuffs
Summary: Albus and Scorpius visit their dads at the Malfoy beach house in Cornwall for the holidays. Embarrassing gifts, mortified teenagers, and Merlin fanboying all make for a very funny Christmas.
Word Count: 14,075
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it isn’t mine!
A/N: Somewhere along the line this story took on a life of its own and just ran away from me, and my little 3k fic turned into more than 14k.
The only thought in Scorpius’ mind when Albus kissed him was “Finally.”
Scorpius twisted his body closer to Albus’ without breaking the kiss, and wrapped his arms around Albus’ broad shoulders the way he had always wanted to. Their first kiss was slow and gentle, lips pressed together over and over in a long series of short kisses.
He smiled into the kiss when the messy-haired boy wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him closer, and he gladly parted his lips when Albus’ tongue coaxed them open with teasing licks. The kiss lacked finesse and experience, but I, Scorpius’ mind it was nothing shy of perfect. When Albus’ tongue found his he moaned quietly, the sound lost in the kiss. He let Albus lead the kiss, but he was in no way lacking in participation. He rubbed his tongue over and against Albus’, tangling them together until the need for oxygen became too much and he had to break the kiss.
The boys took deep, greedy breaths when the kiss ended, foreheads still pressed together because Scorpius feared that if he moved away the spell upon them would break. “I waited so long for you to do that I was starting to think you wouldn’t…” he whispered quietly, still breathless from their kiss.
“I wanted to…” Albus whispered back, his eyes closed just as Scorpius’ were. “I almost did a few times.”
“I know,” Scorpius placed a short, brief kiss on his lips. “You always left me so frustrated when you didn’t.”
“And are you frustrated now?” Albus’ low laugh did things to Scorpius’ body and he curled in closer still.
“I will be if you run away again.” He pressed himself against Albus’ chest when strong hands moved beneath his jacket to rub his back.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Albus lowered his face to Scorpius’ neck, where he nuzzled and kissed gently and caused the blond boy to squirm.
“Albus…” Scorpius moaned softly. He found great pleasure from the attention Albus gave to his neck and never realized just how sensitive it was until he found his arousal growing the longer he sucked and kissed there. Gently he threaded one hand into the messy, dark hair, stroking it gently and using it to guide Albus lower.
He immediately missed the hold Albus had on his back, but smiled when the hands moved to his chest to unbutton his shirt. For every button Albus opened, the kisses and light sucking moved lower, over his collarbone and further down. When the warm mouth found his nipple and sucked over it he cried out in surprised pleasure, and though the sound echoed off the crystals and cave walls, but there was no one else to hear.
“Merlin’s bollocks, I love the sounds you make…” Albus muttered quietly against his chest and nipped at the hardened peak of Scorpius’ nipple, which drew another gasp from the blond.
“Do you have any idea of the things you do to me?” Scorpius whispered, his body and his head arched back to give Albus complete access to his chest and neck.
“I hope the same you have done to me,” Albus reached one hand up to take Scorpius’ free hand. He dragged it down his body so Scorpius’ palm ran down the length of Albus’ torso, and when the reached the space between his legs he pressed Scorpius’ hand over the tell-tale bulge in his jeans.
Scorpius groaned and found Albus’ lips for a kiss. He rubbed firmly over the bulge and felt it harden in his hand, giving him more courage to squeeze and stroke him through the fabric.
Albus answered in quiet moans against Scorpius’ love-marked neck and sucked and licked over the same spot when Scorpius did something that felt particularly good. It spurred Scorpius on and aroused him more, until he was entirely hard without having been touched at all below the waist.
He finally drew down the zipper of Albus’ jeans to slip his hand inside and they both groaned in desperate need. He’d never done this for another boy and found it was awkward to stroke Albus’ cock at this angle, but it felt different than his own and he studied it closely in his hand. Like Albus was broader in stature than Scorpius, his cock was thicker; and though he couldn’t see it, he knew the coloring would be different than his own. With his fingers wrapped around it he stroked up and down steadily, and he didn’t mind in the slightest when it distracted Albus from his neck.
As he stroked Albus’ cock it made him all the more aware of his own forgotten erection and he took his hand from the short messy hair to rub the heel of his palm against the swell in his jeans.
“Let me…” Albus whispered quietly.
“Please…” Scorpius didn’t want to believe that high-pitched noise had come from him, but his body needed the attention. He couldn’t remember ever being so hard in his life.
Albus’ hands made short work of the zipper and he pulled Scorpius’ cock free.
The blond bit his lip, expecting it to be uncomfortable when the heated flesh of his cock was exposed to the cool cave air, but it seemed that this chamber was warmer than the rest and all Scorpius could feel was Albus’ warm palm wrapped around his length as they found the same rhythm of up and down and tightened just enough to give the head a light tug with each upstroke.
“Albus…” he whimpered, body trembling as he bucked into the hand, and buried his face in Albus’ shoulder as he held onto him tightly.
Albus was just as desperate and rocked his hips into Scorpius’ hand.
As both boys clung to each other and stroked faster, the sensations quickly overwhelmed them and Albus came with a loud groan and spilled himself over Scorpius’ hand. Scorpius climaxed a moment later, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm and he sagged heavily against his friend’s chest.
“Why did we wait so long to do this?” Scorpius whispered playfully, if tiredly, against his neck.
“Because I was too dim to notice you wanted it too?” Albus smiled and wiped his hand off on his jeans before he wrapped his arms around Scorpius. “What’s your excuse?”
“I wasn’t certain we wanted the same things from this…” Scorpius whispered and nuzzled Albus’ neck to find a comfortable place to rest his head. “But I am now.”
“You want to have an Apothecary with me?”
“Yes,” Scorpius mumbled sleepily, “but more than that, I just want you.”
***
When Harry and Draco arrived home from work that evening, they read the note before they looked down the beach to the Strand. The tide was already high enough that it crashed against the cliff face and it would be impossible to anyone to get in or out of the caves that night.
Harry frowned deeply and paced in the kitchen, “We have to go look for them.”
“Harry,” Draco sat comfortably at the table, “they’ll be fine. Scorpius has spent every summer exploring those caves and has stayed in them overnight on more than one occasion. He’ll make sure they stay out of the water.”
“What about food? They might freeze out there tonight! They can’t use magic away from Hogwarts yet.”
“Sit down before you wear a hole in the floor. Honestly, Potter, stop acting like a Gryffindor and think for once in your life. Mindy!” He called for the house elf that Scorpius favored above the others.
There was a crack of apparition and the house elf called Mindy stood there nervously in a tiny pink dress. “Yes, Master Draco?” she squeaked in a high voice, “Is there something Mindy can be helping you with?”
“Did you prepare the boys for their outing today?” Draco asked sternly, though not unkind.
“Yes, sir, Master Draco. Mindy made an evening meal and warming charms on their coats at Master Scorpius’ request. Is the young masters not returned yet?” Draco could see she her worry in the way she wrung her hands.
“No, they will not return tonight,” Draco assured her. “Thank you for reassuring Harry here that they will be warm and fed.”
“Is there anything else Mind can do, Master Draco?”
“Not now Mindy, thank you.”
After her dismissal she disappeared again with a crack that made Harry jump.
“Are you certain they’ll be alright? The water level gets so high, what if they’re in a cave that gets fully submerged?”
“I’ve told you, Scorpius knows which caves stay out of the water. Mark my words, they’ll be home as soon as the tide is low again and the entrance to the cave is exposed.” He might be worried just the slightest, but he isn’t going to tell Harry that and have the idiot run off looking for the boys. As he’d learned over the years, those caves are impossible to get into for adults because the openings are too narrow, and magic does not work in or around them. There is nothing they can do but wait.
Harry’s response was a sigh, which Draco knew to mean that his lover would spend the night at the window to hold vigil for the boy’s return.
“Come on Harry, if you’re going to wait up all night for them then you need to eat.”
***
A few hours later Albus woke from a very vivid dream about kissing Scorpius, and he was pleased to see the other boy still curled against his body. He had to give the blond credit for his ability to sleep just about anywhere. The crystals they were sitting on were not exactly comfortable beneath his arse.
“Scorpius, wake up.” He whispered quietly and stroked the hair off his friend’s face. “We should head back.”
“Nnnn--” Scorpius mumbled in sleepily in reply. “What time is it?”
Albus squinted at his watch to make out the time, “Half-nine. Dad’ll kill me if we don’t get back.”
“Can’t go back right now…” Scorpius’ yawned and snuggled closer to the warmth of Albus’ side. “Tide is too high.”
The dark-haired boy sighed and knew his father would fuss over him with worry in the morning, if he didn’t kill himself trying to find Albus tonight. “Do you know what time will be low tide?”
There was a small groan of protest from Scorpius over being made to think while he was still half-asleep. “Four. Just set your alarm and go back to sleep.”
Albus did as he was told and settled back down so his head rested on Scorpius’ hip. He was not tired, though. “Is your father going to worry?”
“Sleep, Albus. If you’re sleeping you won’t worry about your dad, or my father. They know we’ll be back as soon as the tide turns.”
He sighed again when he realized Scorpius had gone right back to sleep. If only it was so easy.
***
Draco had gone to bed a few hours earlier and left Harry sitting at the window to the front room where he could look out down the beach. The water level was still fairly high and the moonlight reflected off the waves as they crashed against the rocks at the base of the cliffs. If he wasn’t so worried about the boys, he would have been struck by how beautiful it was.
“Harry?” Draco’s voice came from the doorway to the sitting room. “Are you coming to bed tonight?”
“When they get home safely,” Harry replied, tired and exhausted from a long day at work and then coming home to this.
“Harry,” Draco repeated, closer.
He heard the sound of Draco sitting on the couch and Harry finally took his gaze away from the window to look over his shoulder. Draco was stretched out comfortably on the sofa, his naked body on display in the firelight. Harry’s mouth was dry at the sight, and he was torn in an internal struggle between worry and lust.
“Come distract yourself for a little while, love. Then they’ll be back sooner than you know.” Draco spread his legs for Harry and stroked his cock slowly.
Harry looked back out the window, if he kept watching Draco his self-control would be gone. The wet sound of preparation drew his eyes back a few minutes later. Again he stared, his gaze fixed on where Draco’s fingers were moving in and out of his hole.
“Harry,” Draco’s voice was lower, begging quietly, “come distract me.”
Oh. Well that was something different entirely when he realized his lover was just as worried as he was. He tugged off his jumper and dropped his trousers on the floor as he crossed the room. He knelt on the couch between Draco’s spread thighs and buried himself in the long, lean body. “You should have told me earlier that you were worried.”
Draco moaned, low and deep, and wrapped his legs around Harry’s waist to draw him deeper. “Didn’t want you running off like some half-crazed Gryffindor…”
Harry’s next few thrusts came fast and hard, slamming their hips together as his worries about the boys disappeared. “So you relied on your Slytherin cunning and wiles to keep me here?”
“Harry--” Draco gasped, and rocked back against him.
“Just forget right now,” Harry said softly and sought Draco’s lips with his own, effectively ending their conversation for the moment.
***
If Harry had stayed at the window another ten minutes he would have seen two dark figures pressed carefully up near the cliffs, the moonlight reflecting off the platinum hair of the lead figure as they made their way towards the house.
Scorpius’ steps were more confident on the wet rocks, and Albus trailed behind him, holding his hand tightly until they were back on wet sand. They were both damp, but warm from the charms on their clothing.
“I just want to sleep in a bed,” Albus complained and rubbed at his arse. “That was uncomfortable.”
“I could always kiss it and make it better,” Scorpius teased and pulled him along, though he was happy to be settled against Albus’ side as the walked.
Albus smiled at him and Scorpius grinned back. He already knew he would do anything and everything in his power to make Albus smile.
“It looks like the fire is still going,” Albus pointed out as they got closer and saw the red glow from the sitting room window. “Do you think they’re both still up waiting for us?
“Your dad is, certainly.” Scorpius replied. “And my father is, if only to keep yours from running out looking for us.”
“Do you think we’ll be able to sneak away first, or get a lecture when we get in?”
“If it’s a lecture, I’ll take the blame. I should have been watching the tide, not sleeping.” The blond offered. “You didn’t know the cave systems anyway. You can’t get in trouble.”
“It was mostly my fault why you were asleep, though.”
Scorpius laughed at that. “I think we were both at fault for that. But I wouldn’t change anything that happened today.”
“I guess you’re right.” Albus opened the front door and they both slipped inside, closing and locking the door behind them.
It wasn’t until they passed the sitting room that the noises drew their attention and they both looked horrified at the scene before them. Scorpius wanted to gouge his eyes out at the sight of Harry Potter on his knees, fucking his father into the couch.
“Ewww! Father!”
“DAD!” Albus sounded just as disgusted.
“Albus! Scorpius! You’re back!” Harry looked up at them like a deer caught in the headlights, his body tense and perfectly still. “Ummm…”
Draco was the calmest of them all, and though the arm of the sofa blocked Scorpius’ view of his face, he knew his father was smirking. “You boys are home late. Go to bed and we’ll talk about this in the morning.”
That seemed to snap them both out of the horror they had witnessed and they ran for the stairs, fighting to get into Scorpius’ room first.
“I need a penseive! I need to get that memory out of my head forever!” Scorpius wailed as he stripped off his damp clothes and tossed them to the floor before he dove under the covers.
“Just obliviate me! Please!” Albus shouted back, doing the same as he crawled beneath the blankets to wrap himself around Scorpius in the dry, comfortable bed.
“Eww eww eww…” Scorpius mumbled over and over and buried his face in Albus’ shoulder. “I can’t believe they were doing that instead of worrying about us!”
***
Draco chuckled quietly when he heard the door slam shut at the top of the stairs. “Stop staring at nothing, Potter, and finish what you started.” He rolled his hips against Harry’s to remind him what they were doing before they were interrupted.
“Draco…” he whispered brokenly, which got Draco’s attention.
“Honestly, Potter. Children walk in on their parents all the time. They will be fine.”
“Draco…” he repeated, surprisingly calmly, “Scorpius had love bites all down his neck.”
Draco used his heels against Harry’s lower back to tug him closer, needing to feel him move again. He didn’t want to talk right now when there were more pressing matters at hand with Harry’s cock inside him. “Like father, like son.”
***
They didn’t talk about it in the morning, though. In fact, all four of them did a very good job of pretending it hadn’t happened.
The marks on Scorpius’ neck, and the fact the boys would not sit on the couch, were the only tangible proof it had happened at all, and even then the marks faded after a few days. By Christmas Eve, however, they were replaced with fresh bruises and Scorpius wore them proudly during breakfast.
Harry and Draco exchanged a look, which Scorpius saw and purposely ignored as he moved his chair closer to Albus’. As he always did, he spread marmalade on Albus’ toast and put it on his plate while Albus poured pumpkin juice for each of them. What he was more aware of now was the fact both parents were watching them and neither had said a word about it yet.
Albus appeared blissfully unaware to the looks their fathers were exchanging and settled in to eat his fill, which made Scorpius smile innocently at his father. “I trust everyone slept well last night?”
Harry quite nearly choked on his coffee, which drew an amused smirk from his father, and a confused look from Albus because he clearly was not awake enough to catch the double entendre. Which was probably a good thing because then he was able to go collect the owl that tapped on the kitchen window with a letter.
“It’s for you, Dad,” Albus dropped the parchment on the table in front of Harry. “It looks like James’ writing.”
Scorpius watched closely as Harry opened the letter and read it, then passed it over to Draco, much in the same way he and Albus would read each other’s letters during breakfast at Hogwarts.
“Your brother won’t be joining us for Christmas,” Harry announced, then returned to his breakfast and quietly sipped his coffee.
“Work?” Albus asked, and he once explained to Scorpius that James used the work excuse to get out of anything he didn’t want to do since he graduated from Hogwarts and couldn’t use the ‘studying’ excuse.
“That’s what he says,” Draco replied for Harry and he could tell Harry and Albus were both upset by the letter.
He stood abruptly and picked up both his plate and Albus’. “We’re going to eat on the patio.”
Draco and Harry just nodded and Albus followed with both of their cups of pumpkin juice.
“I don’t want to sit out here,” Albus told him once the door closed behind them.
“Albus,” he set their plates down and sat on the small bench that was just wide enough for the two of them to sit together, “just come here.”
The pumpkin juice was set down too, and Albus joined him, and immediately leaned into Scorpius’ open arms. “I hate when he does this. He did it last year too, when mum and dad were trying to get everyone there for one last Christmas before the divorce.”
“I’m sorry he’s such a wanker,” The blond rubbed his back soothingly. “But this way we can just be ourselves without worrying about the way he’ll react. And our father’s will too.”
“I guess,” Albus sighed quietly. “I just hate that my dad is so upset.”
A glance in the window showed Scorpius that Draco consoled Harry in almost the exact same manner, his arms wrapped around the other man and his hand on Harry’s lower back.
His attention returned to Albus and he pressed a kiss to the messy hair. “He’ll be alright. He’s got my father now. But you could always send your brother a howler about how James is a coward for not wanting to come over and see that his father can be happy again. It would insult his Gryffindor pride and courage.”
Albus laughed quietly and finally sat up again. “You’re right. I should write to him. And tell him it’s a good thing he isn’t coming over for Christmas because dad will probably be buggering your father under the Christmas tree tomorrow morning.”
“Eww, Albus!” Scorpius hit him on the arm playfully. “That’s disgusting.”
But it appeared to make Albus feel better, because he was back to eating his eggs and bacon with a renewed appetite. Of course Scorpius stole a piece of his bacon, which earned him a glare and he grinned smugly in return.
***
As the morning wore on, even Albus could tell that Harry was unhappy and nothing seemed to help. He tossed Scorpius his jacket and pushed him towards the door. “We’re going into town for a few hours, but we’ll be back by dinner.”
Harry and Scorpius both looked surprised by the announcement, but Draco seemed pleased and Albus could hear him saying something quietly to Harry as they walked out the door.
“My dad needed some time alone,” Albus said by way of explanation. “Come one, let’s go Christmas shopping and maybe see a film.”
“But we’ve already finished the Christmas shopping,” Scorpius replied, though even Albus knew it was only for show because Scorpius loved shopping for anything and everything, including things he didn’t need.
“Yes, well now we’ve got to do extra, to show our dads we’re okay with their relationship and happy for them.” He’d written his brother the howler as Scorpius suggested, making sure it would scream lewd comments and called James a fucking coward. He’d send it tomorrow though, just to make sure he received it somewhere it would embarrass him.
“What are you suggesting?” Scorpius raised an eyebrow curiously.
“You’ll see.” Albus’ answered with a smirk and took Scorpius’ hand to drag him towards the town and pulled their hoods up when they entered two shops. When they emerged they each carried a non-descript brown shopping bag and a grin on their face.
“Fancy a film before we go back? We’ve still got some time and it should give them enough time to wrap up so we don’t have to see them going at it.” Albus suggested as they passed the Muggle cinema.
“Only if we get to sit in the back row and snog.”
The dark-haired boy laughed and paid for their tickets so they could go inside to do just that and enjoy two uninterrupted hours of snogging and light touches, though by the end they were both frustrated and needing more.
“Meet me in the loo in three minutes,” Scorpius whispered against his ear as the credits began to roll. “Because I can’t walk all the way home with a hard-on.”
Albus groaned and resisted the urge to chase right after him. He waited until the credits finished before he stood carefully and adjusted his own jeans. He carried the bag in front of him like Scorpius did to hide the obvious bulge and made his way to the loo, and safely into the stall with his friend. “You couldn’t have gotten the bigger one?” He whined when the door hit him as they tried to shut it.
“Sorry, someone was in there.” He laughed, and Albus suspected that he’d chosen this one on purpose. “Now stop complaining and get your jeans down.”
“You can be so bossy,” Albus complained. “One of these days I’m going to stop listening to you.” He took a moment to get a good look at Scorpius in the light and smiled. His lips were swollen and red, the marks on his neck even more pronounced, and his hair was mussed from when Albus ran his fingers through it again and again.
“But not today,” Scorpius smirked and took care of Albus’ jeans himself and shoved them down to his knees. His followed quickly after and he closed the tiny space between them to bring their cocks together, where he leaned in and whispered quietly, “Also, if you touch my nipples in the next two days, I will bite you. They are so sensitive right now.”
“You didn’t complain during the film,” Albus groaned quietly and moved his hand to join Scorpius’ around their cocks as they rocked and moved their hips together.
“Not complaining now, either,” Scorpius kissed him slowly and found a steady rhythm between them, building the friction hurriedly before someone came in.
Albus did his best to assist, stroking his hand over both of their cocks to thrust up into, but the sensations are still so new to him that he comes too quickly and blushes faintly. “Sorry--” he whispered as his come coated Scorpius’ cock and eased the friction on it.
“Sssh,” Scorpius whimpered and his forehead rested on Albus’ shoulder as he quickened his thrusts until he climaxed a minute later, adding his seed to the mess between their bodies.
Albus held him close with his clean hand and rubbed Scorpius’ back. “I can’t wait until we can just use our magic to clean this up.”
Scorpius gave a snort of laughter and pulled back to lean against the opposite wall again. “It’s only another week until we go back to Hogwarts.”
He rolled his eyes and reached for the tissue to wipe them both off and fixed their jeans. “We should get back, otherwise they’re likely to start having worried sex while they wait.”
“Eww!” Scorpius scrunched his nose distastefully. “I don’t want to know why you’re so interested in your dad’s sex life, Albus.”
“I’m not!” Albus argued as they left the stall and washed up before they headed back to the house.
“Whatever you say…”
***
“That was really nice of Albus to go out this afternoon,” Draco’s observation interrupted their oddly-quiet post-coital bliss.
“Do you really think he left so we could have sex? I’m sure he just wanted to get out of the house.” Harry’s head rested comfortably on his lover’s shoulder and he stayed pressed up close to his side.
“Harry, he dragged Scorpius out of the house so you and I could have some alone time and talk about the letter this morning.” Sometimes Draco found Harry really was still as dense as he was when they were teenagers.
“If you say so… I don’t think he really noticed.”
Draco tried to be gentler when he continued, “You don’t exactly hide your emotions well. You looked like someone had broken your heart, tore it out, and stomped on it for good measure.”
The dark-haired Auror sighed and rubbed his cheek against Draco’s chest before settling in a slightly different position. “Albus has always been the most observant of my children…”
“That’s why he’s a Slytherin and not a bumbling Gryffindor. However,” Draco paused, “I did expect more from your Gryffindor son. What happened to that fierce loyalty you are all known for?”
“I moved into the den of snakes.” Harry whispered. “A few weeks ago he said that in a letter… I thought he was just taking the piss. But I guess he was serious about it.”
“That might just be another thing you have in common with Albus…” Draco started and then stopped suddenly. It wasn’t his story to tell.
“What do you mean?” Harry finally raised his head to look at Draco.
“Not today,” Draco shook his head, “And certainly not tomorrow, but some time you should ask Albus about how James treated him at Hogwarts his first two years.”
“It was that bad?” Worry filled Harry’s eyes. “I didn’t realize.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Draco assured him quietly and lifted a hand to stroke his cheek. “And your Albus has become a strong young man. You should be proud of him.”
“I am,” Harry leaned into the hand on his face. “But what are we going to do about the boys?”
“Leave them to it.” It really was so simple in Draco’s mind. “We shouldn’t interfere one way or another.”
“But what if they get together and we stay serious? Won’t it be uncomfortable for them?”
“Has it been uncomfortable this week?” Draco asked curiously. “Besides the other night when they walked in and saw us, I mean.”
“Not really… but what if someone accuses us of setting a bad example for them?”
“Then whoever says that can go stuff it.” He looks up at Harry seriously, “Those boys were together long before we were. They deserve each other, as much as you and I do.”
“You don’t think it’s odd?” Draco could tell his lover was really stuck on this, as he had been at the beginning of the week.
“I did. Do you remember how worried I was the first night they were here?”
“I told you that you were being paranoid and projecting on them.”
Draco laughed, “Yes, you did. But as I watched them this week, and I remember how they’ve always been when they came to stay at the Manor during the summer, it doesn’t seem strange at all. They’re good for each other.”
Harry smiled and finally relaxed against him, “And what you said the other night—like father like son.”
“Your Albus has good taste in men.”
And when Harry laughed as well, Draco knew he had convinced him.
***
Christmas morning dawned overcast and raining.
Albus and Scorpius had stayed up late the night before wrapping all the extra presents for their parents and had snuck down in the early hours of the morning to put them all beneath the tree. Come late morning when they finally woke, the pair scrambled to pull pajamas on and tumbled down the stairs to open their own gifts.
Draco and Harry were seated in the front room on the sofa, though they were both dressed this time to the relief of both boys.
“I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about Christmas,” Harry teased them. “Albus always had us up before dawn when he was younger.”
“Dad!” Albus flushed red and with a grin Scorpius leaned over to kiss his cheek, in full view of their fathers, no less.
“I think it’s sweet.” Scorpius grinned wider when Albus’ ears turned pink from the kiss. “I was never allowed to open mine until we had eaten breakfast and it was after eight in the morning, like civilized people.”
Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco, who shrugged. “That was his mother’s rule. I was always the type to get into the presents before dawn.”
“Well have at them, then,” Harry gestured the boys towards the pile that had grown, even after they added the extra gifts during the night.
“I’ll pass out!” Albus volunteered and took a seat next to the tree. The first gifts were all about the same size and the same lumpy shape.
“I think I know what this is,” Harry laughed and tore into his. Sure enough, the expected Weasley jumper was in his hands. Unlike his jumper most years, though, this one was a solid emerald green without any other insignia. The material was a rich, soft yarn more extravagant than any of the jumpers he’d ever owned. Draco’s was next, in the same type of yarn, but a solid silver color, and even Draco smiled at the kindness of Molly Weasley.
“Do I really get my own Weasley jumper?” Scorpius tore the wrapping open and beamed at them all. “I don’t have to steal Albus’ jumper this year!” His was the same silver as his father’s, but with a green hem around the neckline, wrists, and waist. On closer inspection the green turned out to be a snake wrapped around it. “Brilliant!”
Albus could guess what his was, and he was right when it was the inverse colors of Scorpius’. “I think this is my favorite one yet. There’s no way I would let you steal it.” He proved it by pulling it on before Scorpius could even reach for it.
The next few rounds of gifts were passed out, most of which consisted of clothing and books, and sweets and Weasley Wizarding Wheezes products.
Albus glanced at Scorpius before he passed two large boxes over to their father’s and the boys sat there expectantly as they watched them be opened.
Draco opened the first box and laughed as soon as he saw it. “Why would we ever put a pickle on the Christmas Tree?”
“Because it brings luck to the first person who finds it.” Scorpius grinned up at his father. “It’s a Muggle tradition.”
“Boys…” Harry said warily as he opened the first gift in the box on his lap and blushed to the tips of his ears when he realized it was a horrifically large butt plug. He shoved it away deeper into the box.
Albus giggled and leaned against Scorpius who giggled with him.
It was Draco’s turn to be surprised when he opened a book called ‘The Joys of Gay Sex’. “Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy…”
Their laughter grew louder. “Oooh! He used your whole name!”
“Albus Severus Potter!” Harry stared at his son in shock, a huge black dildo that was bigger than his arm was clutched in his hand. “What is this?!”
Both boys laughed so hard they were in tears when Harry shook the black dildo at them and they collapsed in a heap of laughter, giggling, and gasps for breath.
Draco looked over at whatever it was Harry was shaking about and burst into his own round of laughter. “Stop shaking it like that Harry!”
Mortified, Harry put it back in the box and laughed with them as he opened the rest of the items in the box, growing progressively redder in the face as he unwrapped anal beads, eggnog and cranberry flavored lubes, nipple clamps, and a ball gag. Draco’s box wasn’t any better, with vibrating cock rings, glow in the dark condoms, and pink fuzzy handcuffs.
The teenagers were hysterical on the floor and gasped for breath as their sides and chests ached from their laughter.
Draco laughed with Harry as they finished the boxes and laughed at the boys on the floor. “I hope you don’t expect us to actually use any of this, boys. I’ll tell you right now that neither of us is so adventurous enough to use this--” he pulled out the black dildo again and swung it around, which caused Albus and Scorpius to roll around on the floor and howl in laughter and pain.
It took almost ten minutes for them to calm down and control their breathing again, but then they grinned up at their parents, still red in the face from laughter and Albus assured them, “No, we didn’t think you’d actually use it. But your faces were priceless.”
The rest of the gifts exchanged were less hilarious, but perfect nonetheless. Draco’s gift to Scorpius was access to the Manor greenhouses and a permanent portkey that the headmistress had approved of so he could go back and forth between the two points to look after his plants. Harry had given him an extremely old tome about Merlin and Arthur, and the plants and potions native to Camelot, which drew the attention of both boys.
“I have to go get Scorpius’ gift,” Albus disappeared upstairs to the room that was meant to be his, but that he hadn’t stayed in at all. When he returned, there was a small potted plant in his hand, which he handed over. “Happy Christmas, Scorp.”
“A venomous tentacula!” Scorpius was delighted by the gift and patted the plant gently on the head before he threw himself at Albus and tackled him with a hug. “Thank you, Albus!”
Albus laughed and squeezed him back. “You’ve only been saying you wanted one for as long as I’ve known you.”
“And it’s a baby! He’s so cute!” Scorpius’ attention was quickly back on the plant and he petted its head again before letting it suckle on his finger. It wouldn’t have teeth for at least another two months.
Albus’ gifts were next, an advanced book of complicated potions that was published by the Potions Guild and a year subscription to Potions Weekly from Draco. From his father he received what appeared to be a new trunk, but when he opened it he found it was a professional potion maker’s kit, already stocked with every ingredient he could imagine, and an endless supply of extra space in the magically expanded drawers. “It’s perfect!”
“Not yet it isn’t,” Scorpius challenged him and handed him a smaller package that was still to be opened. Inside was a satchel of vials, each labeled and filled with every different plant that had been in the cave.
“Now it’s perfect,” Albus added the vials to the trunk and smiled. No potions master in the world had a kit as complete as his.
Not one of them could deny that there had never been a more perfect Christmas morning.
***
The rest of the holiday passed quickly, and sooner than they expected Draco had accompanied them to Platform 9 ¾ to catch the Hogwarts Express. Albus has his potions trunk in hand because he was reluctant to risk harming the more temperamental components by resizing them, so Draco had shrunk down his school trunk and stuck it inside Scorpius’.
“Do try to stay out of trouble this term,” Draco reminded them with a smile. “No making polyjuice potion or your father has threatened to take away your kit.”
“He was making polyjuice in the girls’ lavatory when he was twelve!” Albus couldn’t believe how much of a hypocrite his father could be sometimes.
“Just don’t get caught making it,” Draco revised his previous statement. “And if your father asks if I gave you the message, your answer is yes.”
Albus laughed. “Okay, Mister Malfoy. Take care of him, will you?”
Draco smiled and squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. “I will. Look after Scorpius for me?”
“Always.”
“I’m standing right here, you know.” Scorpius complained sullenly.
“We know,” Albus teased and bumped his shoulder.
“Have a good term and control yourself in public places,” Draco advised his son with a wink.
“Have fun at work and don’t bugger Mister Potter on the dining room table!” Scorpius shot back as he grabbed Albus’ arm and pulled him into the mass of students before Draco had time to recover from the shock of what just came out of his son’s mouth.
“He never said anything about the kitchen counter!” Draco’s grin was positively gleeful when he turned on his heel and apparated back to work.
Author: ???
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Albus Severus/Scorpius, Harry/Draco
Prompt(s): #74
AU/EWE Rating: Higher Ratings preferred, but anything is fine. Ginny and Astoria are not evil. They realize it wasn't meant to be. Happy Endings.
The two Slytherins have gradually become more and more attracted to each other. The only problem is, their divorced dads live together. Albus and Scorpius will be spending the winter holiday with their dads. It's one thing to know their dads are a couple, but to live in the house while, well, you know, is a bit embarrassing to two very hormonal teenagers who happen to be very attracted to each other also. How do Harry and Draco deal with their sons obvious attraction to each other? And how do the boys deal with the situation. Extra points for the boys catching their dads in a compromising situation, lol!
If you can add in a holiday celebration would be great. Doesn't matter what kind. I like food, lol ^_^
Warnings: bad gay jokes and making fun of Hufflepuffs
Summary: Albus and Scorpius visit their dads at the Malfoy beach house in Cornwall for the holidays. Embarrassing gifts, mortified teenagers, and Merlin fanboying all make for a very funny Christmas.
Word Count: 14,075
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it isn’t mine!
A/N: Somewhere along the line this story took on a life of its own and just ran away from me, and my little 3k fic turned into more than 14k.
The only thought in Scorpius’ mind when Albus kissed him was “Finally.”
Scorpius twisted his body closer to Albus’ without breaking the kiss, and wrapped his arms around Albus’ broad shoulders the way he had always wanted to. Their first kiss was slow and gentle, lips pressed together over and over in a long series of short kisses.
He smiled into the kiss when the messy-haired boy wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him closer, and he gladly parted his lips when Albus’ tongue coaxed them open with teasing licks. The kiss lacked finesse and experience, but I, Scorpius’ mind it was nothing shy of perfect. When Albus’ tongue found his he moaned quietly, the sound lost in the kiss. He let Albus lead the kiss, but he was in no way lacking in participation. He rubbed his tongue over and against Albus’, tangling them together until the need for oxygen became too much and he had to break the kiss.
The boys took deep, greedy breaths when the kiss ended, foreheads still pressed together because Scorpius feared that if he moved away the spell upon them would break. “I waited so long for you to do that I was starting to think you wouldn’t…” he whispered quietly, still breathless from their kiss.
“I wanted to…” Albus whispered back, his eyes closed just as Scorpius’ were. “I almost did a few times.”
“I know,” Scorpius placed a short, brief kiss on his lips. “You always left me so frustrated when you didn’t.”
“And are you frustrated now?” Albus’ low laugh did things to Scorpius’ body and he curled in closer still.
“I will be if you run away again.” He pressed himself against Albus’ chest when strong hands moved beneath his jacket to rub his back.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Albus lowered his face to Scorpius’ neck, where he nuzzled and kissed gently and caused the blond boy to squirm.
“Albus…” Scorpius moaned softly. He found great pleasure from the attention Albus gave to his neck and never realized just how sensitive it was until he found his arousal growing the longer he sucked and kissed there. Gently he threaded one hand into the messy, dark hair, stroking it gently and using it to guide Albus lower.
He immediately missed the hold Albus had on his back, but smiled when the hands moved to his chest to unbutton his shirt. For every button Albus opened, the kisses and light sucking moved lower, over his collarbone and further down. When the warm mouth found his nipple and sucked over it he cried out in surprised pleasure, and though the sound echoed off the crystals and cave walls, but there was no one else to hear.
“Merlin’s bollocks, I love the sounds you make…” Albus muttered quietly against his chest and nipped at the hardened peak of Scorpius’ nipple, which drew another gasp from the blond.
“Do you have any idea of the things you do to me?” Scorpius whispered, his body and his head arched back to give Albus complete access to his chest and neck.
“I hope the same you have done to me,” Albus reached one hand up to take Scorpius’ free hand. He dragged it down his body so Scorpius’ palm ran down the length of Albus’ torso, and when the reached the space between his legs he pressed Scorpius’ hand over the tell-tale bulge in his jeans.
Scorpius groaned and found Albus’ lips for a kiss. He rubbed firmly over the bulge and felt it harden in his hand, giving him more courage to squeeze and stroke him through the fabric.
Albus answered in quiet moans against Scorpius’ love-marked neck and sucked and licked over the same spot when Scorpius did something that felt particularly good. It spurred Scorpius on and aroused him more, until he was entirely hard without having been touched at all below the waist.
He finally drew down the zipper of Albus’ jeans to slip his hand inside and they both groaned in desperate need. He’d never done this for another boy and found it was awkward to stroke Albus’ cock at this angle, but it felt different than his own and he studied it closely in his hand. Like Albus was broader in stature than Scorpius, his cock was thicker; and though he couldn’t see it, he knew the coloring would be different than his own. With his fingers wrapped around it he stroked up and down steadily, and he didn’t mind in the slightest when it distracted Albus from his neck.
As he stroked Albus’ cock it made him all the more aware of his own forgotten erection and he took his hand from the short messy hair to rub the heel of his palm against the swell in his jeans.
“Let me…” Albus whispered quietly.
“Please…” Scorpius didn’t want to believe that high-pitched noise had come from him, but his body needed the attention. He couldn’t remember ever being so hard in his life.
Albus’ hands made short work of the zipper and he pulled Scorpius’ cock free.
The blond bit his lip, expecting it to be uncomfortable when the heated flesh of his cock was exposed to the cool cave air, but it seemed that this chamber was warmer than the rest and all Scorpius could feel was Albus’ warm palm wrapped around his length as they found the same rhythm of up and down and tightened just enough to give the head a light tug with each upstroke.
“Albus…” he whimpered, body trembling as he bucked into the hand, and buried his face in Albus’ shoulder as he held onto him tightly.
Albus was just as desperate and rocked his hips into Scorpius’ hand.
As both boys clung to each other and stroked faster, the sensations quickly overwhelmed them and Albus came with a loud groan and spilled himself over Scorpius’ hand. Scorpius climaxed a moment later, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm and he sagged heavily against his friend’s chest.
“Why did we wait so long to do this?” Scorpius whispered playfully, if tiredly, against his neck.
“Because I was too dim to notice you wanted it too?” Albus smiled and wiped his hand off on his jeans before he wrapped his arms around Scorpius. “What’s your excuse?”
“I wasn’t certain we wanted the same things from this…” Scorpius whispered and nuzzled Albus’ neck to find a comfortable place to rest his head. “But I am now.”
“You want to have an Apothecary with me?”
“Yes,” Scorpius mumbled sleepily, “but more than that, I just want you.”
***
When Harry and Draco arrived home from work that evening, they read the note before they looked down the beach to the Strand. The tide was already high enough that it crashed against the cliff face and it would be impossible to anyone to get in or out of the caves that night.
Harry frowned deeply and paced in the kitchen, “We have to go look for them.”
“Harry,” Draco sat comfortably at the table, “they’ll be fine. Scorpius has spent every summer exploring those caves and has stayed in them overnight on more than one occasion. He’ll make sure they stay out of the water.”
“What about food? They might freeze out there tonight! They can’t use magic away from Hogwarts yet.”
“Sit down before you wear a hole in the floor. Honestly, Potter, stop acting like a Gryffindor and think for once in your life. Mindy!” He called for the house elf that Scorpius favored above the others.
There was a crack of apparition and the house elf called Mindy stood there nervously in a tiny pink dress. “Yes, Master Draco?” she squeaked in a high voice, “Is there something Mindy can be helping you with?”
“Did you prepare the boys for their outing today?” Draco asked sternly, though not unkind.
“Yes, sir, Master Draco. Mindy made an evening meal and warming charms on their coats at Master Scorpius’ request. Is the young masters not returned yet?” Draco could see she her worry in the way she wrung her hands.
“No, they will not return tonight,” Draco assured her. “Thank you for reassuring Harry here that they will be warm and fed.”
“Is there anything else Mind can do, Master Draco?”
“Not now Mindy, thank you.”
After her dismissal she disappeared again with a crack that made Harry jump.
“Are you certain they’ll be alright? The water level gets so high, what if they’re in a cave that gets fully submerged?”
“I’ve told you, Scorpius knows which caves stay out of the water. Mark my words, they’ll be home as soon as the tide is low again and the entrance to the cave is exposed.” He might be worried just the slightest, but he isn’t going to tell Harry that and have the idiot run off looking for the boys. As he’d learned over the years, those caves are impossible to get into for adults because the openings are too narrow, and magic does not work in or around them. There is nothing they can do but wait.
Harry’s response was a sigh, which Draco knew to mean that his lover would spend the night at the window to hold vigil for the boy’s return.
“Come on Harry, if you’re going to wait up all night for them then you need to eat.”
***
A few hours later Albus woke from a very vivid dream about kissing Scorpius, and he was pleased to see the other boy still curled against his body. He had to give the blond credit for his ability to sleep just about anywhere. The crystals they were sitting on were not exactly comfortable beneath his arse.
“Scorpius, wake up.” He whispered quietly and stroked the hair off his friend’s face. “We should head back.”
“Nnnn--” Scorpius mumbled in sleepily in reply. “What time is it?”
Albus squinted at his watch to make out the time, “Half-nine. Dad’ll kill me if we don’t get back.”
“Can’t go back right now…” Scorpius’ yawned and snuggled closer to the warmth of Albus’ side. “Tide is too high.”
The dark-haired boy sighed and knew his father would fuss over him with worry in the morning, if he didn’t kill himself trying to find Albus tonight. “Do you know what time will be low tide?”
There was a small groan of protest from Scorpius over being made to think while he was still half-asleep. “Four. Just set your alarm and go back to sleep.”
Albus did as he was told and settled back down so his head rested on Scorpius’ hip. He was not tired, though. “Is your father going to worry?”
“Sleep, Albus. If you’re sleeping you won’t worry about your dad, or my father. They know we’ll be back as soon as the tide turns.”
He sighed again when he realized Scorpius had gone right back to sleep. If only it was so easy.
***
Draco had gone to bed a few hours earlier and left Harry sitting at the window to the front room where he could look out down the beach. The water level was still fairly high and the moonlight reflected off the waves as they crashed against the rocks at the base of the cliffs. If he wasn’t so worried about the boys, he would have been struck by how beautiful it was.
“Harry?” Draco’s voice came from the doorway to the sitting room. “Are you coming to bed tonight?”
“When they get home safely,” Harry replied, tired and exhausted from a long day at work and then coming home to this.
“Harry,” Draco repeated, closer.
He heard the sound of Draco sitting on the couch and Harry finally took his gaze away from the window to look over his shoulder. Draco was stretched out comfortably on the sofa, his naked body on display in the firelight. Harry’s mouth was dry at the sight, and he was torn in an internal struggle between worry and lust.
“Come distract yourself for a little while, love. Then they’ll be back sooner than you know.” Draco spread his legs for Harry and stroked his cock slowly.
Harry looked back out the window, if he kept watching Draco his self-control would be gone. The wet sound of preparation drew his eyes back a few minutes later. Again he stared, his gaze fixed on where Draco’s fingers were moving in and out of his hole.
“Harry,” Draco’s voice was lower, begging quietly, “come distract me.”
Oh. Well that was something different entirely when he realized his lover was just as worried as he was. He tugged off his jumper and dropped his trousers on the floor as he crossed the room. He knelt on the couch between Draco’s spread thighs and buried himself in the long, lean body. “You should have told me earlier that you were worried.”
Draco moaned, low and deep, and wrapped his legs around Harry’s waist to draw him deeper. “Didn’t want you running off like some half-crazed Gryffindor…”
Harry’s next few thrusts came fast and hard, slamming their hips together as his worries about the boys disappeared. “So you relied on your Slytherin cunning and wiles to keep me here?”
“Harry--” Draco gasped, and rocked back against him.
“Just forget right now,” Harry said softly and sought Draco’s lips with his own, effectively ending their conversation for the moment.
***
If Harry had stayed at the window another ten minutes he would have seen two dark figures pressed carefully up near the cliffs, the moonlight reflecting off the platinum hair of the lead figure as they made their way towards the house.
Scorpius’ steps were more confident on the wet rocks, and Albus trailed behind him, holding his hand tightly until they were back on wet sand. They were both damp, but warm from the charms on their clothing.
“I just want to sleep in a bed,” Albus complained and rubbed at his arse. “That was uncomfortable.”
“I could always kiss it and make it better,” Scorpius teased and pulled him along, though he was happy to be settled against Albus’ side as the walked.
Albus smiled at him and Scorpius grinned back. He already knew he would do anything and everything in his power to make Albus smile.
“It looks like the fire is still going,” Albus pointed out as they got closer and saw the red glow from the sitting room window. “Do you think they’re both still up waiting for us?
“Your dad is, certainly.” Scorpius replied. “And my father is, if only to keep yours from running out looking for us.”
“Do you think we’ll be able to sneak away first, or get a lecture when we get in?”
“If it’s a lecture, I’ll take the blame. I should have been watching the tide, not sleeping.” The blond offered. “You didn’t know the cave systems anyway. You can’t get in trouble.”
“It was mostly my fault why you were asleep, though.”
Scorpius laughed at that. “I think we were both at fault for that. But I wouldn’t change anything that happened today.”
“I guess you’re right.” Albus opened the front door and they both slipped inside, closing and locking the door behind them.
It wasn’t until they passed the sitting room that the noises drew their attention and they both looked horrified at the scene before them. Scorpius wanted to gouge his eyes out at the sight of Harry Potter on his knees, fucking his father into the couch.
“Ewww! Father!”
“DAD!” Albus sounded just as disgusted.
“Albus! Scorpius! You’re back!” Harry looked up at them like a deer caught in the headlights, his body tense and perfectly still. “Ummm…”
Draco was the calmest of them all, and though the arm of the sofa blocked Scorpius’ view of his face, he knew his father was smirking. “You boys are home late. Go to bed and we’ll talk about this in the morning.”
That seemed to snap them both out of the horror they had witnessed and they ran for the stairs, fighting to get into Scorpius’ room first.
“I need a penseive! I need to get that memory out of my head forever!” Scorpius wailed as he stripped off his damp clothes and tossed them to the floor before he dove under the covers.
“Just obliviate me! Please!” Albus shouted back, doing the same as he crawled beneath the blankets to wrap himself around Scorpius in the dry, comfortable bed.
“Eww eww eww…” Scorpius mumbled over and over and buried his face in Albus’ shoulder. “I can’t believe they were doing that instead of worrying about us!”
***
Draco chuckled quietly when he heard the door slam shut at the top of the stairs. “Stop staring at nothing, Potter, and finish what you started.” He rolled his hips against Harry’s to remind him what they were doing before they were interrupted.
“Draco…” he whispered brokenly, which got Draco’s attention.
“Honestly, Potter. Children walk in on their parents all the time. They will be fine.”
“Draco…” he repeated, surprisingly calmly, “Scorpius had love bites all down his neck.”
Draco used his heels against Harry’s lower back to tug him closer, needing to feel him move again. He didn’t want to talk right now when there were more pressing matters at hand with Harry’s cock inside him. “Like father, like son.”
***
They didn’t talk about it in the morning, though. In fact, all four of them did a very good job of pretending it hadn’t happened.
The marks on Scorpius’ neck, and the fact the boys would not sit on the couch, were the only tangible proof it had happened at all, and even then the marks faded after a few days. By Christmas Eve, however, they were replaced with fresh bruises and Scorpius wore them proudly during breakfast.
Harry and Draco exchanged a look, which Scorpius saw and purposely ignored as he moved his chair closer to Albus’. As he always did, he spread marmalade on Albus’ toast and put it on his plate while Albus poured pumpkin juice for each of them. What he was more aware of now was the fact both parents were watching them and neither had said a word about it yet.
Albus appeared blissfully unaware to the looks their fathers were exchanging and settled in to eat his fill, which made Scorpius smile innocently at his father. “I trust everyone slept well last night?”
Harry quite nearly choked on his coffee, which drew an amused smirk from his father, and a confused look from Albus because he clearly was not awake enough to catch the double entendre. Which was probably a good thing because then he was able to go collect the owl that tapped on the kitchen window with a letter.
“It’s for you, Dad,” Albus dropped the parchment on the table in front of Harry. “It looks like James’ writing.”
Scorpius watched closely as Harry opened the letter and read it, then passed it over to Draco, much in the same way he and Albus would read each other’s letters during breakfast at Hogwarts.
“Your brother won’t be joining us for Christmas,” Harry announced, then returned to his breakfast and quietly sipped his coffee.
“Work?” Albus asked, and he once explained to Scorpius that James used the work excuse to get out of anything he didn’t want to do since he graduated from Hogwarts and couldn’t use the ‘studying’ excuse.
“That’s what he says,” Draco replied for Harry and he could tell Harry and Albus were both upset by the letter.
He stood abruptly and picked up both his plate and Albus’. “We’re going to eat on the patio.”
Draco and Harry just nodded and Albus followed with both of their cups of pumpkin juice.
“I don’t want to sit out here,” Albus told him once the door closed behind them.
“Albus,” he set their plates down and sat on the small bench that was just wide enough for the two of them to sit together, “just come here.”
The pumpkin juice was set down too, and Albus joined him, and immediately leaned into Scorpius’ open arms. “I hate when he does this. He did it last year too, when mum and dad were trying to get everyone there for one last Christmas before the divorce.”
“I’m sorry he’s such a wanker,” The blond rubbed his back soothingly. “But this way we can just be ourselves without worrying about the way he’ll react. And our father’s will too.”
“I guess,” Albus sighed quietly. “I just hate that my dad is so upset.”
A glance in the window showed Scorpius that Draco consoled Harry in almost the exact same manner, his arms wrapped around the other man and his hand on Harry’s lower back.
His attention returned to Albus and he pressed a kiss to the messy hair. “He’ll be alright. He’s got my father now. But you could always send your brother a howler about how James is a coward for not wanting to come over and see that his father can be happy again. It would insult his Gryffindor pride and courage.”
Albus laughed quietly and finally sat up again. “You’re right. I should write to him. And tell him it’s a good thing he isn’t coming over for Christmas because dad will probably be buggering your father under the Christmas tree tomorrow morning.”
“Eww, Albus!” Scorpius hit him on the arm playfully. “That’s disgusting.”
But it appeared to make Albus feel better, because he was back to eating his eggs and bacon with a renewed appetite. Of course Scorpius stole a piece of his bacon, which earned him a glare and he grinned smugly in return.
***
As the morning wore on, even Albus could tell that Harry was unhappy and nothing seemed to help. He tossed Scorpius his jacket and pushed him towards the door. “We’re going into town for a few hours, but we’ll be back by dinner.”
Harry and Scorpius both looked surprised by the announcement, but Draco seemed pleased and Albus could hear him saying something quietly to Harry as they walked out the door.
“My dad needed some time alone,” Albus said by way of explanation. “Come one, let’s go Christmas shopping and maybe see a film.”
“But we’ve already finished the Christmas shopping,” Scorpius replied, though even Albus knew it was only for show because Scorpius loved shopping for anything and everything, including things he didn’t need.
“Yes, well now we’ve got to do extra, to show our dads we’re okay with their relationship and happy for them.” He’d written his brother the howler as Scorpius suggested, making sure it would scream lewd comments and called James a fucking coward. He’d send it tomorrow though, just to make sure he received it somewhere it would embarrass him.
“What are you suggesting?” Scorpius raised an eyebrow curiously.
“You’ll see.” Albus’ answered with a smirk and took Scorpius’ hand to drag him towards the town and pulled their hoods up when they entered two shops. When they emerged they each carried a non-descript brown shopping bag and a grin on their face.
“Fancy a film before we go back? We’ve still got some time and it should give them enough time to wrap up so we don’t have to see them going at it.” Albus suggested as they passed the Muggle cinema.
“Only if we get to sit in the back row and snog.”
The dark-haired boy laughed and paid for their tickets so they could go inside to do just that and enjoy two uninterrupted hours of snogging and light touches, though by the end they were both frustrated and needing more.
“Meet me in the loo in three minutes,” Scorpius whispered against his ear as the credits began to roll. “Because I can’t walk all the way home with a hard-on.”
Albus groaned and resisted the urge to chase right after him. He waited until the credits finished before he stood carefully and adjusted his own jeans. He carried the bag in front of him like Scorpius did to hide the obvious bulge and made his way to the loo, and safely into the stall with his friend. “You couldn’t have gotten the bigger one?” He whined when the door hit him as they tried to shut it.
“Sorry, someone was in there.” He laughed, and Albus suspected that he’d chosen this one on purpose. “Now stop complaining and get your jeans down.”
“You can be so bossy,” Albus complained. “One of these days I’m going to stop listening to you.” He took a moment to get a good look at Scorpius in the light and smiled. His lips were swollen and red, the marks on his neck even more pronounced, and his hair was mussed from when Albus ran his fingers through it again and again.
“But not today,” Scorpius smirked and took care of Albus’ jeans himself and shoved them down to his knees. His followed quickly after and he closed the tiny space between them to bring their cocks together, where he leaned in and whispered quietly, “Also, if you touch my nipples in the next two days, I will bite you. They are so sensitive right now.”
“You didn’t complain during the film,” Albus groaned quietly and moved his hand to join Scorpius’ around their cocks as they rocked and moved their hips together.
“Not complaining now, either,” Scorpius kissed him slowly and found a steady rhythm between them, building the friction hurriedly before someone came in.
Albus did his best to assist, stroking his hand over both of their cocks to thrust up into, but the sensations are still so new to him that he comes too quickly and blushes faintly. “Sorry--” he whispered as his come coated Scorpius’ cock and eased the friction on it.
“Sssh,” Scorpius whimpered and his forehead rested on Albus’ shoulder as he quickened his thrusts until he climaxed a minute later, adding his seed to the mess between their bodies.
Albus held him close with his clean hand and rubbed Scorpius’ back. “I can’t wait until we can just use our magic to clean this up.”
Scorpius gave a snort of laughter and pulled back to lean against the opposite wall again. “It’s only another week until we go back to Hogwarts.”
He rolled his eyes and reached for the tissue to wipe them both off and fixed their jeans. “We should get back, otherwise they’re likely to start having worried sex while they wait.”
“Eww!” Scorpius scrunched his nose distastefully. “I don’t want to know why you’re so interested in your dad’s sex life, Albus.”
“I’m not!” Albus argued as they left the stall and washed up before they headed back to the house.
“Whatever you say…”
***
“That was really nice of Albus to go out this afternoon,” Draco’s observation interrupted their oddly-quiet post-coital bliss.
“Do you really think he left so we could have sex? I’m sure he just wanted to get out of the house.” Harry’s head rested comfortably on his lover’s shoulder and he stayed pressed up close to his side.
“Harry, he dragged Scorpius out of the house so you and I could have some alone time and talk about the letter this morning.” Sometimes Draco found Harry really was still as dense as he was when they were teenagers.
“If you say so… I don’t think he really noticed.”
Draco tried to be gentler when he continued, “You don’t exactly hide your emotions well. You looked like someone had broken your heart, tore it out, and stomped on it for good measure.”
The dark-haired Auror sighed and rubbed his cheek against Draco’s chest before settling in a slightly different position. “Albus has always been the most observant of my children…”
“That’s why he’s a Slytherin and not a bumbling Gryffindor. However,” Draco paused, “I did expect more from your Gryffindor son. What happened to that fierce loyalty you are all known for?”
“I moved into the den of snakes.” Harry whispered. “A few weeks ago he said that in a letter… I thought he was just taking the piss. But I guess he was serious about it.”
“That might just be another thing you have in common with Albus…” Draco started and then stopped suddenly. It wasn’t his story to tell.
“What do you mean?” Harry finally raised his head to look at Draco.
“Not today,” Draco shook his head, “And certainly not tomorrow, but some time you should ask Albus about how James treated him at Hogwarts his first two years.”
“It was that bad?” Worry filled Harry’s eyes. “I didn’t realize.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Draco assured him quietly and lifted a hand to stroke his cheek. “And your Albus has become a strong young man. You should be proud of him.”
“I am,” Harry leaned into the hand on his face. “But what are we going to do about the boys?”
“Leave them to it.” It really was so simple in Draco’s mind. “We shouldn’t interfere one way or another.”
“But what if they get together and we stay serious? Won’t it be uncomfortable for them?”
“Has it been uncomfortable this week?” Draco asked curiously. “Besides the other night when they walked in and saw us, I mean.”
“Not really… but what if someone accuses us of setting a bad example for them?”
“Then whoever says that can go stuff it.” He looks up at Harry seriously, “Those boys were together long before we were. They deserve each other, as much as you and I do.”
“You don’t think it’s odd?” Draco could tell his lover was really stuck on this, as he had been at the beginning of the week.
“I did. Do you remember how worried I was the first night they were here?”
“I told you that you were being paranoid and projecting on them.”
Draco laughed, “Yes, you did. But as I watched them this week, and I remember how they’ve always been when they came to stay at the Manor during the summer, it doesn’t seem strange at all. They’re good for each other.”
Harry smiled and finally relaxed against him, “And what you said the other night—like father like son.”
“Your Albus has good taste in men.”
And when Harry laughed as well, Draco knew he had convinced him.
***
Christmas morning dawned overcast and raining.
Albus and Scorpius had stayed up late the night before wrapping all the extra presents for their parents and had snuck down in the early hours of the morning to put them all beneath the tree. Come late morning when they finally woke, the pair scrambled to pull pajamas on and tumbled down the stairs to open their own gifts.
Draco and Harry were seated in the front room on the sofa, though they were both dressed this time to the relief of both boys.
“I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about Christmas,” Harry teased them. “Albus always had us up before dawn when he was younger.”
“Dad!” Albus flushed red and with a grin Scorpius leaned over to kiss his cheek, in full view of their fathers, no less.
“I think it’s sweet.” Scorpius grinned wider when Albus’ ears turned pink from the kiss. “I was never allowed to open mine until we had eaten breakfast and it was after eight in the morning, like civilized people.”
Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco, who shrugged. “That was his mother’s rule. I was always the type to get into the presents before dawn.”
“Well have at them, then,” Harry gestured the boys towards the pile that had grown, even after they added the extra gifts during the night.
“I’ll pass out!” Albus volunteered and took a seat next to the tree. The first gifts were all about the same size and the same lumpy shape.
“I think I know what this is,” Harry laughed and tore into his. Sure enough, the expected Weasley jumper was in his hands. Unlike his jumper most years, though, this one was a solid emerald green without any other insignia. The material was a rich, soft yarn more extravagant than any of the jumpers he’d ever owned. Draco’s was next, in the same type of yarn, but a solid silver color, and even Draco smiled at the kindness of Molly Weasley.
“Do I really get my own Weasley jumper?” Scorpius tore the wrapping open and beamed at them all. “I don’t have to steal Albus’ jumper this year!” His was the same silver as his father’s, but with a green hem around the neckline, wrists, and waist. On closer inspection the green turned out to be a snake wrapped around it. “Brilliant!”
Albus could guess what his was, and he was right when it was the inverse colors of Scorpius’. “I think this is my favorite one yet. There’s no way I would let you steal it.” He proved it by pulling it on before Scorpius could even reach for it.
The next few rounds of gifts were passed out, most of which consisted of clothing and books, and sweets and Weasley Wizarding Wheezes products.
Albus glanced at Scorpius before he passed two large boxes over to their father’s and the boys sat there expectantly as they watched them be opened.
Draco opened the first box and laughed as soon as he saw it. “Why would we ever put a pickle on the Christmas Tree?”
“Because it brings luck to the first person who finds it.” Scorpius grinned up at his father. “It’s a Muggle tradition.”
“Boys…” Harry said warily as he opened the first gift in the box on his lap and blushed to the tips of his ears when he realized it was a horrifically large butt plug. He shoved it away deeper into the box.
Albus giggled and leaned against Scorpius who giggled with him.
It was Draco’s turn to be surprised when he opened a book called ‘The Joys of Gay Sex’. “Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy…”
Their laughter grew louder. “Oooh! He used your whole name!”
“Albus Severus Potter!” Harry stared at his son in shock, a huge black dildo that was bigger than his arm was clutched in his hand. “What is this?!”
Both boys laughed so hard they were in tears when Harry shook the black dildo at them and they collapsed in a heap of laughter, giggling, and gasps for breath.
Draco looked over at whatever it was Harry was shaking about and burst into his own round of laughter. “Stop shaking it like that Harry!”
Mortified, Harry put it back in the box and laughed with them as he opened the rest of the items in the box, growing progressively redder in the face as he unwrapped anal beads, eggnog and cranberry flavored lubes, nipple clamps, and a ball gag. Draco’s box wasn’t any better, with vibrating cock rings, glow in the dark condoms, and pink fuzzy handcuffs.
The teenagers were hysterical on the floor and gasped for breath as their sides and chests ached from their laughter.
Draco laughed with Harry as they finished the boxes and laughed at the boys on the floor. “I hope you don’t expect us to actually use any of this, boys. I’ll tell you right now that neither of us is so adventurous enough to use this--” he pulled out the black dildo again and swung it around, which caused Albus and Scorpius to roll around on the floor and howl in laughter and pain.
It took almost ten minutes for them to calm down and control their breathing again, but then they grinned up at their parents, still red in the face from laughter and Albus assured them, “No, we didn’t think you’d actually use it. But your faces were priceless.”
The rest of the gifts exchanged were less hilarious, but perfect nonetheless. Draco’s gift to Scorpius was access to the Manor greenhouses and a permanent portkey that the headmistress had approved of so he could go back and forth between the two points to look after his plants. Harry had given him an extremely old tome about Merlin and Arthur, and the plants and potions native to Camelot, which drew the attention of both boys.
“I have to go get Scorpius’ gift,” Albus disappeared upstairs to the room that was meant to be his, but that he hadn’t stayed in at all. When he returned, there was a small potted plant in his hand, which he handed over. “Happy Christmas, Scorp.”
“A venomous tentacula!” Scorpius was delighted by the gift and patted the plant gently on the head before he threw himself at Albus and tackled him with a hug. “Thank you, Albus!”
Albus laughed and squeezed him back. “You’ve only been saying you wanted one for as long as I’ve known you.”
“And it’s a baby! He’s so cute!” Scorpius’ attention was quickly back on the plant and he petted its head again before letting it suckle on his finger. It wouldn’t have teeth for at least another two months.
Albus’ gifts were next, an advanced book of complicated potions that was published by the Potions Guild and a year subscription to Potions Weekly from Draco. From his father he received what appeared to be a new trunk, but when he opened it he found it was a professional potion maker’s kit, already stocked with every ingredient he could imagine, and an endless supply of extra space in the magically expanded drawers. “It’s perfect!”
“Not yet it isn’t,” Scorpius challenged him and handed him a smaller package that was still to be opened. Inside was a satchel of vials, each labeled and filled with every different plant that had been in the cave.
“Now it’s perfect,” Albus added the vials to the trunk and smiled. No potions master in the world had a kit as complete as his.
Not one of them could deny that there had never been a more perfect Christmas morning.
***
The rest of the holiday passed quickly, and sooner than they expected Draco had accompanied them to Platform 9 ¾ to catch the Hogwarts Express. Albus has his potions trunk in hand because he was reluctant to risk harming the more temperamental components by resizing them, so Draco had shrunk down his school trunk and stuck it inside Scorpius’.
“Do try to stay out of trouble this term,” Draco reminded them with a smile. “No making polyjuice potion or your father has threatened to take away your kit.”
“He was making polyjuice in the girls’ lavatory when he was twelve!” Albus couldn’t believe how much of a hypocrite his father could be sometimes.
“Just don’t get caught making it,” Draco revised his previous statement. “And if your father asks if I gave you the message, your answer is yes.”
Albus laughed. “Okay, Mister Malfoy. Take care of him, will you?”
Draco smiled and squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. “I will. Look after Scorpius for me?”
“Always.”
“I’m standing right here, you know.” Scorpius complained sullenly.
“We know,” Albus teased and bumped his shoulder.
“Have a good term and control yourself in public places,” Draco advised his son with a wink.
“Have fun at work and don’t bugger Mister Potter on the dining room table!” Scorpius shot back as he grabbed Albus’ arm and pulled him into the mass of students before Draco had time to recover from the shock of what just came out of his son’s mouth.
“He never said anything about the kitchen counter!” Draco’s grin was positively gleeful when he turned on his heel and apparated back to work.
