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"Yeah... Of course I do."

He'd never forget it, actually. It was one of those things that kept him up at night. That first kiss. The look on James's face... The way his entire stomach felt like it jumped when James so much as looked at him.

Electric, as the Muggles would say.

"Thought I hated you."

James sighs again, before sort of just tugging Scorpius in against him, shifting to rest his chin atop his head.

"I really did. I thought you were - I don't know, corrupting my baby brother. Thought you were trying to get blackmail material on me, too, or something. Think I was already scared, even back then."

A soft smile breaks onto Scorpius's face now that James can't see it. He cradles James's head, running his fingers through the fine, short hairs at the nape of his neck. He really would rather not ruin this moment by saying he probably had corrupted Albus a bit, and that things with James had started as a bit of a joke to see how far he could push it...

Anyway, all that mattered now was that it worked out, right?

"I get that," he says, instead, quietly.

"Do you really?" He swallows again, mouth dry, and shifts so that he can reach Scorpius's cheek, kissing up the side of it, resting his lips against the shell of his ear. "Because I don't know if you do. I don't want you to want anyone else."

"You're such a bloody idiot," Scorpius grumbles, trying in vein to keep the amusement out of his voice. "Who else would I call via Muggle telephone or sneak into their bedroom and have a wank? I don't want anyone else. I want you."

Scorpius dragged both his hands through James's hair.

"If you haven't noticed, I'm quite fond of you."

He shivers hard, closing his eyes and just focusing on the feeling of the fingers in his hair. "I don't know. Maybe you call other people. I don't exactly know a lot about you, you know."

But his arms tighten around him. "I'm still trying to figure all of that stuff out."

"I do not call anyone else but you, I can promise you that." Scorpius wouldn't even own a Muggle anything if not for James. The Malfoys weren't exactly progressive in that sense, and Draco would die if he found out his only son and heir to the Malfoy name not only used a Muggle cell phone but was using it for phone sex with his sort of boyfriend.

"And now I definitely won't. Because you're asking me, officially, for this to be exclusive, yeah?"

James is pretty sure his dad would kill him. Execute him -- but he's not sure. "Um. Yeah, I guess. If that's what you want." He kept his eyes shut, squinted hard. "I haven't-- been with anyone else."

"What do you want?" Scorpius asked insistently, still threading his fingers through James's hair, sitting in his lap. Even though the conversation was so serious, it was nice to just be talking like this. They didn't often have private moments where they weren't fooling around, and Scorpius sort of treasured these.

"I don't know," he admitted softly, and it was only then that the furrow of his brow began to relax. "I wish things were easy. I wish I wasn't a- bloody Potter, and I wish I could mess things up without the whole world knowing."

James leaned back a little then, awkwardly trying to catch Scorpius's eyes. "Do you know what kind of scandal this would be? It's- unreal."

"So we keep it a secret," Scorpius says, shrugging. He leans back until his spine touches the table, giving James a bit more room to breathe. "And, erm, maybe I stop calling you at work and wanking in your bed." A grin. It would be difficult, but hey, they'd only have to worry until Scorpius graduated. Then, things would be easier.

And James does breathe a little easier, even if he seems vaguely reluctant to let Scorpius lean too far away from him. He hesitates, then slides his hands down the sides of the other boy's arms, letting his fingers rest at his elbows. "... ugh. Albus is going to punch me in the face when he finds out, too." But Lily would be happy for him, most likely.

"Like I said: secret," Scorpius reiterates, although the idea of Al punching James in the face is sort of funny, Merlin help him. Al's a spitfire. He'd probably do more than punch James if he found out. But Scorpius isn't planning on letting him in on this. If they have to keep quiet for a while, hopefully not forever, then Scorpius can handle it.

"Hey, James," he coos, giving him bedroom eyes and a slow, sensual smile. "I may not know much....but I think you may be overcooking your pasta."

"What--" James begins, and it becomes momentarily clear that he's forgotten about the fact that he was cooking anything at all entirely. His eyes go wide and he hops to his feet, hurrying over to the stove and muttering a quick "Merlin's balls" as he yanks the pan from the burner. "Shouldn't you be getting back to school before you're caught out?"

He starts to move to the sink wiith the pan.

"You are still a student, Scorpius, and I know you're a little jealous at how much more adult and mature I am, but I'm afraid you'll just have to deal with it." James is just being silly, clumsily trying to lighten the mood, but he seems to have jinxed himself, too. Maybe it's the universe rebuking him for bragging about being an adult -- the very moment he finishes talking, he sloshes some of the near-boiling water onto his hand and drops the entire pan into the sink with a hiss.

"Merlin, you're hopeless," Scorpius says, rolling his eyes as he hurries to the sink, reaching for the cold water nozzle and yanking James's hand under the tap. It'll sting like hell, but it will also take some of the heat out. Since Scorpius can't do magic off Hogwarts grounds, he'll help the old fashioned way.

James yelps, shooting Scorpius an irritated look when he grabs his hand and yanks it under the sink. "I'm fine," he huffs at him, pushing his hand away and dragging his own hand back to himself, frowning at it as he investigates the burn. his pride is more wounded than anything else. "You can't go back wearing my shirt, you know."

"But I ruined mine," he says, as if that's not out of bounds to discuss. He crowds James's space, still rather proud of how quickly he can get James going. Just by a certain lilt of his voice. "And it's your fault it's ruined, so the least you can do is let me borrow this."

"I just meant--"

James frowns a little, just because it's do that or admit that he's rather fond of the way that Scorpius crowds him like that.

"It's clearly not your shirt. People are going to ask if you go back wearing that."

"And, what, I can't say this shirt belongs to my boyfriend, James Sirius Potter?" he coos, not even bothering to bite back the grin on his face. Seeing James squirm does things to him. And being the one to make him squirm? Even better.

James reaches up to rub at the burn on his hand, trying to will away the heat he can feel flushing his face as he looks over to the sink. Really, he"s just trying to look anywhere but at the boy in front of him.

"No, actually," he mumbles, "you can't. Secret, remember? Kind of defeats the whole point."

"Teasing," Scorpius clarifies, still grinning though. It's delicious, seeing the heat in James's face. All because of a few words. The boy is gorgeous. Scorpius has to wonder why he thinks he'd tire of him so quickly. This was really only the beginning, as far as he saw it.

"But I can at least say it belongs to my boyfriend, right?" He leans in, mouthing at James's cheek. "That way, I don't have to sneak back here to sniff your underwear while I wank."

James really shouldn't allow this, he thinks. They've already fooled around enough today, he has some actual work he needs to do -- but god, he'd been so stressed since he'd blurted out that love confession on the phone, and the relief he felt now was almost palpable.

When he mouths at his cheek, James reaches up to gently grip at his hip, digging his fingers softly into it.

"People might recognize that shirt, Scor, I've had it for ages..."

"You think so highly of yourself, don't you, Potter?" Scorpius hums, somehow making the insult sound like a compliment when purred from his lips like that. "Everyone will recognise your shirt. Immediately, they'd think you're buggering me."

Raking his teeth against James's jaw, Scorpius nudges him back against the sink.

"I'd have to tell them someone else is snogging me, you know. To cover."

James grunts quietly again when he feels the warmth of Scorpius's breath against his jaw, his fingers tightening in his shirt at the comment about cover. He allows him to back him against the sink and counter, but shifts slightly as he steps back, trying to slide his thigh up between Scorpius's legs.

"You'd better not say a word to anyone. Not even a stupid cover."

"Why not?" Scorpius knows exactly what he's doing, and it thrills him. James wants him. Doesn't want him to want anybody else. So what better way to rile him than to say he'll tell everyone someone else is snogging him to cover?

It's bad. He shouldn't, really. James is right - he needs to get back to Hogwarts. But Scorpius doesn't care about getting in trouble as much as he cares about seeing James for just a minute longer.

"I shouldn't say some hot bloke is shagging me raw every chance he gets? Putting his hands all over me? Letting me call him at work..>?"

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we need to play Harry finding out about them >.>!!!

Oh no we so should

I may have to start working some Harry time into James's life

i think that would be an exceptional thing to do :3

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